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I take a look around our new bedroom, letting out a deep breath as I flop onto the bed. The movers are buzzing around like bees in the rest of the house, slowly getting all our stuff — mine, Alina’s, and Lea’s — into the right rooms. Boxes everywhere. I already feel overwhelmed. As Lea saunters down the hall and spots me just sitting there like a lost puppy, she slides in next to me. “You good, babe?” she asks, her voice soft, but playful, like she knows I’m on the verge of a meltdown. A small, crooked smile creeps onto my face. “New beginnings are… intense. I’m not exactly the queen of fresh starts.” Lea’s brows knit together, her eyes full of that gentle concern she always gives when I’m spiraling. “Anything I can do to make this whole ‘new chapter’ thing less terrifying?” I shake my head, giving her a little smile that says, ‘I’m okay,’ even if I’m not 100% sure. “As long as you and Alina are here, I’ll be fine. Promise.” She pulls me into a quick hug, just enough to reassure