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It was 8 a.m., and the house already felt like it was running out of time. Sunlight poured through the dining room window, casting a warm glow over the table set with toast and tea. Suitcases stood by the wall like silent reminders that this wasn’t just another morning—it was the morning everythin…

It was 8 a.m., and the house already felt like it was running out of time. Sunlight poured through the dining room window, casting a warm glow over the table set with toast and tea. Suitcases stood by the wall like silent reminders that this wasn’t just another morning—it was the morning everything was about to change. Lisa sat at the table, staring down at her toast like it had personally offended her. “I don’t even like this,” she muttered under her breath, forcing herself to take a small