Lonely

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Charlotte sat on the edge of her bed, the soft evening light filtering through the gauzy curtains. The house felt eerily silent since the departure of her husband, a quiet that both comforted and unsettled her. After a long ,tiresome marriage fraught with neglect and indifference, her liberation was bittersweet. The confusion of freedom washed over her in waves, she had not anticipated how lost she would feel in her own space. It was during this fraught time that Mia entered her life.

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