BORROWED DAYS OF LIGHT.
Chapter Twenty-One: Borrowed Days of Light For a few days, Elena tried not to think about the hospital. It was harder than she expected. Her mind had always been trained to chase problems—to turn questions over and over until answers appeared. But this time she forced herself to stop. Marcus had not called. Or maybe he had, and she simply ignored the notifications piling quietly on her phone. Either way, Elena decided something she had not allowed herself in years. She would take a few days to just be a daughter. The first real morning of peace arrived with sunlight and the smell of frying eggs. Elena stood in the kitchen barefoot, humming softly while flipping a small omelet in the pan. The window above the sink was open, letting the warm breeze drift through the curtains. Outsi
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