The silence in the room was gentle, like the hush of dawn before a storm. Amisha leaned back into the pillow, eyes fluttering closed, still carrying the ache of last night’s chaos in her breath.
Then—
A deafening crash.
The door splintered like paper under force, a brutal snap of wood against metal.
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