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276. Beneath The Surface
Author: Kayysemiu023
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By Tuesday morning, the rhythm of home had settled back into place. Ivy moved through the kitchen barefoot, coffee cup in hand, watching birds flutter at the feeder outside the window. Billy and Chloe were still in their pajamas, building a precarious tower out of wooden blocks on the rug. Van had taken his toolbox out to the shed to fix a loose hinge, his steady footsteps fading across the porch.

Everything looked the same.

But it didn’t feel the same.

She’d woken up with a strange tightness in her chest, the kind that didn’t go away with deep breaths. Maybe it was just leftover anxiety from the wedding and travel. Maybe it was something else.

Then came the knock.

Three soft taps at the side door, familiar in their rhythm.

Ivy opened it, and there was Lila— backlit by the morning sun, cardigan neatly folded over her arm, a tray of lemon bars in hand.

“Welcome home,” she said with a cheerful smile. “Thought I’d bring by something sweet.”

Ivy blinked. “Hi. I was wondering where you wer
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