Some houses remember.
Alina Mira Morozova's house remembers laughter drifting through hallways, warm dinners shared beneath soft lights, and parents who loved her enough to make the world feel safe.
Now, it remembers silence.
Years after losing her parents, Alina has built a life from routines and careful distance. Between nursing school, quiet evenings, and the friends who refuse to let her disappear into herself, she has learned how to survive without expecting much from anyone.
Love was never part of the plan.
Neither was the stranger she meets on a night she almost didn't go out.
Carlos Lopez is everything Alina isn't-confident, steady, and impossible to ignore. What begins as a fleeting encounter slowly turns into something neither of them expected, pulling Alina toward a future she isn't sure she's ready for.
But healing isn't a straight path. Grief lingers in empty rooms, old memories, and the fear of losing the people who matter most.
As two hearts learn to trust, a once-silent house begins to feel alive again.
And sometimes, all it takes is one night to change everything.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE
Hi! Thank you so much for checking out my story. I hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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• This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real people or events are purely coincidental unless otherwise stated.
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