07

Chapter 7

A week has passed, yet time did not feel like ordinary days measured by the sun rising and setting, it felt more like breath itself.

Shallow, deep and sometimes held painfully in the chest. Komal had begun to move through the house with a rhythm that no longer belonged to her alone anymore, she had completely immersed herself in his strict routine and his particular way of living in just one short week.

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