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Sara’s POV The next morning, I woke up in Mary’s guest bedroom, feeling a mixture of relief and sadness. The familiar scent of her home, with its warm, comforting atmosphere, did little to ease the turmoil in my heart. I glanced at the soft pink walls and the framed photos of us over the years, memories that once brought a smile to my face now only served as a painful reminder of the life I’d temporarily left behind. I sighed deeply, pulling myself out of bed. I had cried myself to sleep last night, and the weight of it still clung to me. The more I thought about Zack and Cassandra, the tighter the knot in my chest grew. I couldn’t stay here forever, but I wasn’t ready to face him either. As I padded down the hallway to the kitchen, I heard the soft clinking of dishes. Mary was alread