“If this is about the letter,” she said, “I already read it.”
The café on 7th Street smelled of burnt espresso and secrets. She chose the corner booth, back to the wall — a habit from months she didn't talk about. Across from her sat Leo, the only person who'd seen the crack grow and hadn't run. Yet.
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She took out her phone. Unblocked the number. Didn't call. Just let it sit there, a small act of terrifying possibility.
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