Chapter 172 GENTLE LULLABY.

~~~SOPHIA.

The soft, rhythmic patter of rain against the windowpane was the only sound in the small, dimly lit room.

I sat on the edge of the double bed, my legs pulled up to my chest, staring blindly at the modest floral wallpaper.

The room smelled faintly of old wood and lavender soap—a stark...

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