The day had unraveled, leaving everything feeling frayed and wrong. Exhausted, Ji-woo sank into the sofa, pulling one of her favorite flowerpots into her lap. She clutched the smooth ceramic, hoping to draw some measure of comfort from the familiar weight and the green life it held. Her gaze drifted upward, toward the second floor, and she flinched as if burned. With a sharp shake of her head, she tried to banish the thought.
What am I doing?
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