Siya stepped out of the bathroom, fresh nightwear clinging softly to her skin, a white towel draped over her damp hair. The cool scent of her shampoo lingered in the room as she padded across the floor barefoot, humming faintly to herself.
All through the car ride, she hadn't dared look at him. Not once.
Because she knew—if she saw his face, she would break.
She would shatter into pieces she wouldn't be able to put back together.
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