Purple Lines Don’t Meet – 4

4 The shower steamed the room, softening the edges of the night. Tessy stood at the sink, towel wrapped around her, staring at her reflection. Her eyes looked older somehow, tired, but alert. The toothbrush lay hidden in her bag, tucked beneath a scarf. In the bedroom, Chiedu was already under the covers, scrolling through…...

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