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Pecan's pov
The sunlight streaming through my window the next morning was soft and warm, but it did little to lift the heaviness in my chest. The events of the past few days had left me emotionally drained, and I felt like I was caught in a storm I didn't know how to weather.
A knock at my door broke through my thoughts. I sat up, brushing my hair back and wiping my face. "Come in," I said, my voice hoarse from crying the night before.
The door opened slowly, and Liam stepped inside, his tall frame taking up most of the doorway. He looked casual yet put together, dressed in a plain gray shirt and dark jeans, his hair slightly messy as though he'd run his hands through it one too many times.
"Hey," he said softly, his eyes scanning my face. "I wanted to check on you."
I tried to muster a smile, but it felt weak and forced. "I'm fine."
