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ft mist. Her shoes were soaked, her legs aching, but stopping felt more dangerous tha

replayed i

ear or

awyers. Paperwork. Courtrooms filled with pol

meone was still watching her now, then

her like a fragile shield. The smell of coffee and baked bread felt strangely com

y blurred past i

ndling. Inside were copies of reports, emails, and handwritten notes. Eviden

been careless. He

htly, hurried but precise. She remembered how his hands used to shak

ever bee

ne buzz

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unknown

an he was. That is

w tigh

tching me,

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ame with no

will understand everything. Wal

shed over her in waves, but be

ng that her father deserved what happened to him.

not live

into her pocket and gathered

e sky remained heavy, but light b

. She did not know how deep the d

oman she had been yester

answers.

surfaced. A name her father had mentioned

an

it as nothing. Now it echoed

d the bus station. This was her first

no longer waitin

choosing