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    “I remember it perfectly. It’s scheduled for exactly half a month from today,” Belinda responded without hesitation.


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    “Then have you been practicing the piano every daytely?” Jazmine asked.


    Belinda fell into an ufortable silence, unease washing over her. She whispered, barely audible, “No… I haven’t.” After a brief pause, she quickly added, “I’m truly sorry. I shouldn’t have neglected my piano practice. From this moment forward, I give you my word that I’ll carve out time to practice every single day. I won’t allow myself to ck off again.”


    Belinda believed that this was, without a doubt, her own fault—there was no excuse she could cling to. She had been cking off because she knew those pieces like the back of her hand.


    Jazmine let out a long, weary sigh, her voice tinged with resignation. “I know you have a demanding schedule—endless shifts, surgeries, and barely a moment to breathe. You’re overworked, exhausted, and constantly pulled in a dozen directions. But none of that gives you a free pass to coast when ites to the piano. Just because you know those pieces like the back of your hand doesn’t mean you can ck off. Practice is still non-negotiable. Do you understand?”


    “Yes, ma’am,” Belinda replied, epting the rebuke with quiet humility.


    Jazmine paused, thinking it over for a heartbeat before speaking with firm finality. “Starting today, you’ll carve out two hours every single day to practice at my ce. No excuses. I’ll personally supervise you.”


    “Okay.” Belinda didn’t dare utter a word of protest.


    “That’s more like it.” Jazmine’s voice lost its edge. “Alright then, I’ll let you get back to work. We’ll talk more when we see each other tonight.”


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    “Alright,” Belinda replied.


    With the call ended, Belinda set the phone down with a quiet sigh and returned to changing her clothes, slipping back into her routine as she steeled herself for another long day ahead.


    In the study of the Wright family’s residence—


    “Dad, you’re finally back!” Kylee burst through the door, her eyes wide with urgency. “I have something important to tell you.”


    Baker had barely set down his briefcase, the weariness of his business trip still clinging to his shoulders. He looked at her, brow furrowed. “What is it?”


    Kylee wasted no time before getting straight to the point. “The other day, Elwood visited Car. And from the way they looked at each other, I’m certain—positively certain—their rtionship isn’t simple.”


    After a pause, she continued, her words tumbling out with conviction, “I did some digging. It turns out Elwood has lost his memory,pletely forgetting everything before, including Car. But now his memories are starting to return—and that includes fragments of her.”


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