Chapter 31

  Timing wasn't luck.

  It was control.

  Elara stood in the living room, phone in hand, dressed simply—but deliberately.

  Not extravagant.

  Not defensive.

  Confident.

  Maya leaned against the armrest, watching her with a slow grin.

  "Tell me again why I love this version of you," she said.

  E...

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