Chapter 80
✨What Mothers Notice.✨ Flora Pov The night of their first fight didn’t come with shouting or slammed doors. It came softly, dangerously so. Words spoken too carefully. Silences held too long. A misunderstanding that grew heavier the longer neither of them reached for the other. Flora packed her bags with trembling hands. Not angrily—methodically. Each folded dress felt like a small surrender. She kept telling herself she was doing the right thing, that space was safer than staying and saying something she couldn’t take back. When she finished, she stood in the bedroom for a moment, breathing through the tightness in her chest. This was not how she imagined love would hurt—but it still hurt all the same. She carried her bag downstairs. Nasir was in the living room when he saw her. Th
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