Chapter 27 Threads Of Truth

• Ariana’s POV
• The morning sunlight spilled across her cluttered desk, casting long shadows over scattered notes and half-empty coffee cups. The small apartment felt simultaneously cramped and comforting, like a cocoon she was still trying to break free from. The quiet hum of the city outside was a faint reminder that life was moving on whether she wanted it to or not.
• Her laptop screen glowed with the unfinished first draft of her personal essay: “Silent Strength: Rising from the Ashes.”