Chapter 33
The air in New York was different. Colder. Sharper. Sydney stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of the small apartment she had rented in the city's quieter district. It overlooked nothing special—just the usual bustle of life below—but to her, it felt like a new beginning. Or at least, that's what she kept telling herself. A beginning she didn't know how to live. She ran a hand through her hair, now longer than before, falling past her shoulders in soft waves. Her reflection in the glass didn't look like the woman who had left behind the ruins of a love she had never truly owned. Her eyes looked heavier, but not broken. Not yet. She touched her belly, still barely showing, and breathed in deeply. "It's just you and me now," she whispered. "We'll be okay." Back home... Lia paced back a
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