Chapter 36
Soft, golden morning light filtered through the dusty window, casting long, slanted shadows on the worn floorboards. Brea awoke slowly, her body still feeling the weight of yesterday's exhaustion. She stretched her arms above her head with a quiet groan, the muscles in her back protesting the movement. As her gaze wandered across the room, her eyes landed on Milo, who stood by the window, his back to her as he peered out, his head slightly tilted in quiet observation. She blinked a few times to clear the remnants of sleep from her eyes, then slowly sat up, her joints popping as she moved. The room's silence felt different in the daylight, less suffocating, though the heavy uncertainty still lingered. "Milo," Brea called softly, her voice hoarse from the quiet night, "We have to go out to
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