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91. The Plunge

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SOFIA

As soon as I walked into the restaurant, I spotted Tina sitting in a booth near the window with both of her hands wrapped tightly around a mug of coffee that had probably gone cold. She was scanning the room in that restless way she always did when she was nervous, biting the inside of her cheek like she used to do before a big exam. For a moment, I froze at the entrance. She looked so... untouched by the chaos I'd been living in, almost like she belonged to a different world.

When she finally saw me, her face lit up as she waved and said, "Sofia."

I forced a small smile and walked over, replying, "Hey, Tina."

She stood up halfway, like she wanted to hug me but decided against it. I slid into the seat across from her, and she sank back down, fidgeting with her mug.

"You look... good," she said, studying me carefully, like she was checking for cracks in my face. “I didn’t think you were going to make it when I called.

"Well I was in the neighborhood," I replied, keeping my voice
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