CHAPTER 21 — The First Time She Felt Afraid of Her Own Feelings
Lia woke before her alarm, staring at the ceiling as the early morning light crept across her room. Her chest felt tight — not painfully, but heavily, like she was carrying something she didn’t know how to set down. She sat up slowly, rubbing her palms together. Her notebook lay open on her desk, waiting. She didn’t touch it. She didn’t want to see her own handwriting reminding her of the truth she wrote last night — that she was the one pulling away, that she didn’t know why, that she didn’t know how to stop. She pressed a hand to her chest. Why am I scared of what I feel? 🌤️ A Morning That Felt Like Walking Through Fog At the research building, her group was already gathered. Aria waved her over. “Lia! We’re presenting the report to the panel next week.” Mateo grinned. “We’r
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