Aria’s POVI started avoiding them.Not in an obvious way—at least, I hoped it wasn’t obvious. I just… withdrew. Little by little.Dinner?“I’m tired.”Family time in the living room?“I have a headache.”Even breakfast, sometimes, I skipped it entirely and stayed in my room until I was sure Lyra had already left the table.At the start, nobody showed any signs of doubting my story.Selene would knock gently and ask, “Are you okay?”I’d respond with a quiet, “Just tired,” and she would accept it.But Lyra?Lyra was watching everything.I heard their voices downstairs. The sounds included laughter, the clinking of plates, and people who were talking at a low volume. Normal. Everything sounded so painfully normal. I lay on my bed fully dressed while I stared at the ceiling. I hadn’t even turned off the lights. I lay there with one arm across my stomach while my fingers pressed down on it to feel something. Six weeks. My throat became tight. Three weeks. The gap which existed in
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