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Penelope stood in front of the window, her gaze fixed on the horizon as the first light of dawn crept into the room. Outside, early morning workers bustled about, their day already in motion. The soft hues of sunrise painted the sky, casting a calming glow over the awakening city.

Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for the bottle of water on the nightstand beside her. She lifted it to her lips, taking a measured sip, she then placed the bottle back on the table carefully, ensuring it stood as steadily as she wished she felt. Then, she returned her attention to the window. The world outside continued its routine.

How did she not know?

How could she not know?!

These questions tormented her.

Why did she think about it? Why did it even cross her mind now, when it was all too late? She had been here, literally begging every person she could call to help, pouring out her heart and soul into finding answers. Every night, she stayed up late, thoughts of this shit consuming her, tryin