CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: All my Lifetimes

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Tessa opened her eyes. She felt feverish and tired.

Tessa looked to either side of her. She seemed to be on a mattress on the floor with a heavy quilt on top of her. Her pillow felt comfortable yet strangely… slim and rectangular?

She raised her head to look around her.

She wasn’t familiar with her surroundings. Where was she?

To her right were wooden cabinets just about one drawer high

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To her right were wooden cabinets just about one drawer high. It seemed to stretch from one end of the room to the other, on her right side. On top of it were hexagonal containers which seemed to be made of jade. At the ends of the wooden cabinets were what looked to Tessa like rectangular lanterns. They had landscape paintings on each side.

Light was coming in from the windows to her right. The curtains were not fully drawn.

 The curtains were not fully drawn

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Tessa turned to look to her left.

Beside her, she saw a small, polished, wooden table with some bowls for food. A square pillow was beside the small table, as if someone had sat there for a long time watching over her.

The left side of the room extended a little further than the right side.

Random paintings were scattered throughout the room. Now that she thought about it, this room was indeed quite spacious. 

Where was she, though?

It certainly wasn’t her own room. But was it a hotel room? Had she already landed in Manila and forgotten how she got here?

No, that couldn’t be.

She had just picked Soonyoung up from the airport a few hours ago.

She shifted to get a better look at where she was.

Then she felt the heaviness in her belly.

Tessa touched her tummy and inside her, a baby kicked. ‘I’m pregnant? How am I this heavily pregnant?’

Just as before, an overwhelming sense of sadness enveloped her.

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