7 As Ese drove toward her apartment, the adrenaline of the reunion began to fade, replaced by a cold, hard realization. She looked at herself in the rearview mirror and felt a surge of ancient frustration. “I’m still that girl,” she whispered to the empty car. “I’m still holding my breath, waiting for him to…...
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