The golden hour light filtered through the window blinds, casting striped shadows across the floor of Siyara's bedroom. The room was warm, quiet, and filled with the soft hum of a slow-spinning ceiling fan. But inside Siyara, everything was far from quiet.
Her phone buzzed on the bed beside her—another message from the reunion group chat. Old school friends were throwing emojis, plans, and memories like confetti. She stared at the screen, unread messages piling up, each one chipping away at her calm.
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