AYRA'S POV;

I flopped onto the bed, overcome with sadness, exhaustion, and frustration. Had I been cursed, or was this just the relentless cycle of life? Each day seemed to bring its own set of obstacles, leaving me feeling defeated and drained.

"Hey, how are you doing?" Melissa said the moment she entered the room, her voice filled with concern as she noticed my despondent demeanor.

"I didn't know you were home," I replied, mustering a faint smile as I sullenly sat up, grateful for her unexpected presence.

"Yeah, I was washing at the backyard, and I didn't even hear you walk in," she explained, her tone tinged with surprise...