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The phone rang at seven in the morning. I was sitting on the carpet of my hotel room, with documents I’d brought back from the office the night before spread out in front of me.

I picked up the call and said nothing.

"Jenny." It was Alexander’s voice, sounding worn out. "You left some things at the villa — clothes, papers, and some photos of Daniel. If you don’t come get them, Anna will dispose of everything."

"Let her deal with them."

"Jenny." He spoke my name, his tone laced with a tangled em
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    Olivia stood at the entrance of the courtroom.She was wearing that blue coat. The shoulder line of the coat was too wide; the fabric hung down from her shoulders, creating two extra folds on either side of her body. Her hands hung at her sides, and her right index finger and middle finger were unconsciously rubbing against the seams of the coat’s hemline. Her hair was combed behind her ears, revealing a small, delicate face. The light from above her head cast two faint shadows on her cheekbones.Her gaze swept across the courtroom. She noticed the journalists sitting in the audience seats, the pale face of Lucas, and the figure of Alexander sitting in the family area. Her pupils contracted slightly when she saw Alexander. Her steps paused for half a second, and her shoe heels knocked against the threshold slightly.Jenny stood up from behind the lawyer’s seat. A short, sharp sound was heard as the chair legs scraped against the marble floor. She walked ar

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    She pressed her tongue against the upper palate, trying to swallow that bitter taste. A tingling sensation spread along the base of her tongue, as if she had bitten into an underripe persimmon. Olivia held the cup in her hands, her lips close to the rim of the cup, taking a cautious sip. The sweet, sticky liquid of hot cocoa flowed along her tongue. She frowned slightly, rubbing her tongue against the upper palate twice, as if trying to adjust to the overly sweet taste. The marshmallow had melted, forming a thin layer of grease on the brown liquid surface. “I’ll be going to court tomorrow,” Olivia said, her voice muffled inside the paper cup. “Do I need to look into that man’s eyes?” “No.” Jenny placed the black coffee on the coffee table, the bottom of the cup making a clear clink. She stood up and walked over to the window, turning her back on Olivia. The morning light streamed in from behind her, casting a long shadow on the floor.&

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    She pressed her tongue against the upper palate, trying to swallow that bitter taste. A tingling sensation spread along the base of her tongue, as if she had bitten into an underripe persimmon. Olivia held the cup in her hands, her lips close to the rim of the cup, taking a cautious sip. The sweet, sticky liquid of hot cocoa flowed along her tongue. She frowned slightly, rubbing her tongue against the upper palate twice, as if trying to adjust to the overly sweet taste. The marshmallow had melted, forming a thin layer of grease on the brown liquid surface. “I’ll be going to court tomorrow,” Olivia said, her voice muffled inside the paper cup. “Do I need to look into that man’s eyes?” “No.” Jenny placed the black coffee on the coffee table, the bottom of the cup making a clear clink. She stood up and walked over to the window, turning her back on Olivia. The morning light streamed in from behind her, casting a long shadow on the floor.“Look at me. I have only five questions for you. On

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    Jenny pushed open the off-white apartment door. The lock was brand new, its brass handle glinting coldly under the hallway lighting. The air carried a blend of disinfectant and aged wall paint—an odor not sharp enough to sting, yet stubbornly clinging to the nostrils once breathed in. The living room was tiny, barely able to fit a faded fabric sofa and a glass coffee table. On the table sat an unopened box of donuts, its paper bag fluttering faintly in the draft from the air conditioner.Olivia huddled in the corner of the sofa, sinking deep into the cushions. She wore an oversized gray hoodie, its sleeves bunched tightly in her clenched fists. The lace on her left sneaker had come undone, trailing across the beige carpet. When she spotted Jenny, her shoulders hitched upward, and she bit down hard on the soft flesh inside her lower lip, leaving a row of pale indentations from her teeth.“I had the dream again,” Olivia spoke, her voice thick and nasal as it forced its way through her n

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