Chapter 112
✨The Weight of Being Held.✨ Flora Pov The argument didn’t start loud. It never did with them. It started with Flora standing in the hallway, barefoot, holding Ari against her chest, watching two women she didn’t know move through her kitchen like they belonged there—quiet, efficient, careful not to disturb her, which somehow made it worse. She felt… displaced. Nasir was giving instructions in that calm, controlled voice of his. The one he used when he thought he was fixing something. Flora’s chest tightened. “Nasir,” she said, trying to keep her tone even. He turned immediately. “Yes?” “How many people are in this house right now?” He paused, thinking. That alone made her stomach drop. “Five,” he said. “Including the night nurse.” Five. Her grip tightened on Ari instinctivel
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