adulting
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Prologue
There it goes—the blaring alarm. Isabella groaned, fumbling to silence it. Another morning, another battle with the snooze button. Some days, adulthood felt surreal, like she’d blinked and woken up 15 years older, burdened with a thousand responsibilities. She exhaled, shaking off the sleep as a soft mew cut through the quiet. Estelle–Stelly, as she… Continue reading