a shattered return
A Shattered Return Amira stepped through the grand doorway of the mansion, the familiar scent of polished wood and lavender cleaner hitting her like a welcome hug she didn’t need today. Her small suitcase rolled quietly behind her. Xavier walked beside her, his hand grazing hers now and then, like they were still tangled in the secrecy of the week they just shared. But they didn’t touch. Not here. She adjusted the strap of her purse as they entered the living room. Then froze. “Elena?” Xavier’s voice broke the silence first. Amira’s gaze followed his. The woman standing in front of the fireplace wore a sleek ivory dress and a knowing smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Her legs crossed casually as if she owned the house. “I didn’t think you’d be back so soon,” Elena said, her voice lac
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