Samhita's pov
I sat on the cold bench outside the cabin, my hands gripping the edge tightly. My palms were sweaty and my heart raced like it was trying to outrun the truth I wasn't ready to face.
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Samhita's pov
I sat on the cold bench outside the cabin, my hands gripping the edge tightly. My palms were sweaty and my heart raced like it was trying to outrun the truth I wasn't ready to face.
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