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Chapter 49
Cristine sat by the window, staring out at the falling rain. Each drop seemed to echo the tears she’d shed so many years ago. Despite the warmth of Andrei’s home, an icy chill settled deep within her chest as memories from her childhood surfaced, unbidden but insistent. She hugged her knees to her chest, resting her chin on them, and closed her eyes. The past played out like an old film, grainy and relentless, as she allowed herself to remember. It had been a gloomy day much like this one, the skies heavy with unshed rain. Cristine was only eight years old, a wiry girl with big eyes that always seemed to brim with questions. Her mother, Catalina, had been bustling around the house, elegant even in her simplest dress. “Cristine, I’ll be back soon,” Catalina had said, her tone hurried but
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