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MIA Clara’s phone rang sharp from the kitchen counter, cutting through the quiet. She glanced at the screen, already pushing herself up from the sofa. “Sorry — it’s the clinic,” she said, hurrying toward the hallway. “Give me two minutes. I promise.” Her footsteps faded down the hall. A door clicked shut behind her. Then it was just the soft glow of the lamp, the quiet hum of the fridge, and Jake’s knee pressed close enough to mine that I could feel the heat through both our clothes. He didn’t lean in. Didn’t reach for me. Just turned his head and looked at my mouth like he was waiting for me to stop lying — to him, to myself. “Did you mean it?” he asked, his voice so quiet it wouldn’t travel past the couch cushions. “Mean what?” “Stay away from me.” His gaze held steady on mine. “Because every time I sit this close, your breath changes. Your hands tighten. Your body doesn’t know how to lie even when your mouth tries.” Heat crawled up my neck, hot and guilty and impossible to
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MIA Clara’s heels hit the tile before I could move. She pushed the glass door open with her shoulder, bag on one arm, phone still in her hand. The clinic was half-dark. Jake was still at the desk. I was still behind it. For a second nobody spoke. Clara looked at him. Then at me. Then at the empty waiting room. “You’re both still here,” she said. “Closing up,” I said too fast. “Charts. The system glitched on the last two.” Jake didn’t help. He just stood there with his hands off the counter now, like that fixed anything. Clara set her bag down on a chair. “I thought you left an hour ago.” “I did,” Jake said. “Came back.” “For what?” I answered before he could. “Insurance question. One of the afternoon patients. I texted him because I couldn’t reach the file.” It was thin. Clara’s eyes said she knew it was thin. She didn’t call it a lie. She only smiled the careful smile she used with difficult patients. “Well. You’re both upright. That’s something.” She glanced at the dark
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MIA The clinic lights were already dimmed, only the hallway lamp glowing soft and low. I’d filed the last patient chart, locked the medicine cabinet exactly the way Clara had shown me, straightened the magazines on the coffee table until they were perfectly aligned. The waiting room was empty. The only sound left was the low hum of the staff fridge down the hall. My shift had ended an hour ago. My room was twenty steps away — a bed, a door that locked, silence. I could have gone there. Instead I sat at the front desk, clicking through empty screens, closing windows I’d already closed, because busy hands felt safer than lying awake in that quiet room. The bell above the door chimed. I looked up. My heart gave a sharp, painful lurch. Jake. He didn’t step all the way inside. Didn’t glance down the hall toward where I slept. He stopped right at the counter, hands in his jacket pockets, like he was just another patient who’d arrived after hours. His hair was damp at the edges,
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MIA The front desk phone rang once and cut off before I could reach it, the sound sharp and too loud in the quiet space. I sat back, fingers hovering over the keyboard, and breathed slow through the tightness in my chest. I was still learning the system — appointment codes, insurance fields, which boxes were mandatory and which ones could wait. Clara had walked me through it twice, patient and steady, but my hands moved slower than the cursor, my brain stalling on every new screen. The small room down the hall was mine, though — clean, bright, no one breathing down my neck — and for a few hours that morning, I’d let myself believe this might actually work. That I could build something small and safe. Then the bell above the door chimed. A woman stepped up to the counter. I looked up. My blood turned cold. Lena. She stood there like she owned the place — dress soft and tailored, falling exactly right over her stomach, hair sleek and perfect, that same smile landing the second
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JAKE I parked out front, cut the engine, and sat there a minute, hands resting loose on the wheel. Tuesday. I’d said I would come. Mia had told me to stay away, and I’d heard her — loud and clear, sharp and final — but hearing her wasn’t the same as letting this disappear entirely. It wasn’t the same as pretending I didn’t care whether she was safe or not. Clara opened the door before I knocked, bright and ready, like she’d been watching from the window. “You’re on time,” she said, stepping back to let me in. “I like that.” “I said I would be.” The spare room down the hall had been cleared out completely — furniture pushed to the walls, a fresh yoga mat laid out in the center, two sets of light weights stacked neat beside it, even a full-length mirror dragged in from somewhere else. Mia stood by the window, back mostly to the door, wearing clothes that weren’t hers — Clara’s shorts, a loose soft shirt that still didn’t quite fit right — holding herself small, arms tucked in, shou
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MIA Clara met me at the side door just after dusk, key in one hand, manila folder in the other, like she’d been waiting right there for me. She didn’t smile too wide, didn’t ask where I’d come from or whose car I’d gotten out of — just stepped back and nodded toward the hallway. “Front desk is straight through there,” she said, keeping her voice low. “Your room’s back here — quiet, away from the patients. It’s small. Bathroom’s shared with the staff hall at the end. Don’t use the one by the exam rooms, okay? That’s for patients only.” “That’s fine.” I shifted the strap of my bag higher on my shoulder. “I don’t mind walking.” She didn’t ask about the bag. Didn’t ask why I’d left Jake’s place or how long I’d been sleeping on his couch. Didn’t mention the quiet goodbye or the way I’d looked away when we said see you Tuesday. She just unlocked a narrow door tucked behind a stack of supply boxes and stepped aside so I could go in first. The room was exactly what she’d said — smal
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