Chapter 23: Fractured Foundations

Sia’s P.O.V

I stood motionless on the water-slicked pavement, my eyes fixed on the charred wreckage of what had been my flagship boutique just hours ago.

The suffocating scent of burnt silk, melted acrylic, and wet ash hung heavy in the air, clinging to my clothes and burning the back of my throat...

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