As soon as Kanika stepped into the house, she made a beeline for her room, bolting the door shut behind her. Without even changing, she collapsed onto her bed. And with that, the dam she'd so tightly held back began to break—tears streamed silently down her face, soaking into the fabric beneath her.
No one in the house noticed; no one ever did. Her presence—or absence—was seldom of any consequence to them.
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