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The idea of a home was a social construct that became less like a physical place of shelter and more like an idea of safety and security. People could find a home in other people around them and follow them to the ends of the world to maintain that feeling. But such an idea was fragile, the opposite to what a home was to represent. People could lie, cheat, and rob you without even blinking. A home was meant to be stable, a foundation that would always be there no matter the circumstances the world threw at you. But sometimes, even the most stable foundations had hidden cracks. And all it took was one misstep for it to all come crashing down. "What do you mean you are leaving?" Viorica demanded, slamming her hands down on the table. "Why so suddenly?" Half the day had passed sin