Chapter 115
✨When the House Learned to Hold Its Breath✨ Flora POV The house didn’t feel the same after everyone left. It wasn’t empty—far from it. Men stood where laughter had been hours earlier. Doors locked with soft, deliberate clicks. Footsteps passed the hallway at regular intervals, steady and controlled. But the warmth had shifted. Flora sat on the edge of the bed, Ari asleep against her chest, her hand resting protectively over his back. His small body rose and fell in that fragile rhythm she had memorized in eight short weeks. Every breath of his felt like a promise she was terrified to break. Nasir had insisted she come upstairs. “Just until things settle,” he’d said, his voice gentle but unyielding. Now she waited. She hated waiting. Her mind replayed the moment over and over—the
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