Reyana's POV
The next morning, Zariya and I were on the terrace, sitting on a carpet laid neatly under the dome-shaped pavilion. The soft morning light filtered through the lattice, illuminating the small garden of bunnies and pigeons around us. Each of these creatures had been her companions since she was a teenager, gifts from Adam on her sixteenth birthday, or at least that’s what she always believed.
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