Chapter 32
The hotel room was sterile, empty, not yet lived in—but Sydney didn't care. She sat on the edge of the bed, her hands limp in her lap, staring blankly at the window as the city lights flickered far below. Lia moved behind her, the sound of zippers and shifting fabric filling the silence like a storm threatening to break. Suitcases were open on the floor, already half-filled with the essentials—clothes, documents, pieces of a life she no longer wanted to live here. "You're really doing this," Lia muttered, folding another shirt, her movements clipped, almost angry. "You're really going back to the States." Sydney didn't answer. Her eyes were glazed, fixed on something that wasn't there. Maybe it was everything—Alan, Euri, the baby, the mess she created, the life she could never fix. Lia
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