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Mon, 15 Jun 2026 12:27:28 +0000

The evening sun painted the Romano mansion's garden in soft shades of gold and orange. The air was calm, carrying the gentle fragrance of blooming flowers, but the peace around them felt painfully different from the silence sitting inside Elena. She was seated on a white wooden bench beneath a large tree, her hands resting quietly in her lap. Her body had healed remarkably over the past few weeks.