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What about you?
Author: VJ Tells
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The morning sun bathed the villa in soft gold, seeping through thin white curtains and filling every corner with warmth. Birds chirped from the trees outside, and the ocean breeze whispered through the open balcony.

Miley sat at the breakfast table in a cotton sundress, sipping coffee and buttering toast.

Across from her, Julius scrolled through his tablet, half-focused on the reports coming in from the city.

They had agreed to stay one more day at the island, since Miley had told him about Rory’s disturbed mental state.

The little girl had been restless during the night, murmuring in her sleep, clutching the covers, probably scared deeply because of what she had faced. And so, they had come to a mutual decision, thinking that a complete day in safety and sunshine might help her condition stabilize.

But when Rory stepped out from her room that morning, it was as though someone had replaced the shy, timid girl with a bubbly, excited version of herself, overnight.

“Good morning!” s
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