MIA’S POV I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat painful as I forced out the words that tore at my soul. “My daughter… my daughter Christine is dead,” I whispered, my voice barely more than a breath. It felt like my heart was being ripped open all over again, the raw wound of loss exposed to the air. The car’s interior felt cold, a chill that seemed to seep into my very bones as the gravity of my words settled in the space between us. Olivia’s reaction was immediate and visceral. Her eyes widened, her face paling as she processed what I had just said. Her mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out, as if the weight of my revelation had stolen her words. The silence that followed was thick and heavy, broken only by the quiet hum of the engine and my own shaky breaths. “My daughter is dead,” I repeated, the repetition somehow making it more real, more final. Tears welled up in my eyes, spilling over and trailing down my cheeks to land on the car’s floor like tiny, crystalline dro
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