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Chapter 15: Lock

作者: AuthorRuby
last update publish date: 2026-06-09 21:44:38

Alex is waiting outside my building when the car pulls up.

He doesn’t ask why I called. He doesn’t ask why my voice sounded like that on the phone. He’s just there—jacket, takeout bag, wine, the whole Alex emergency kit—leaning against the brick wall like a man who has nowhere better to be.

“Thai,” he says, holding up the bag. “The good place.”

“You didn’t have to come.”

“You called me at six-thirty on a Tuesday sounding like someone scraped you out with a spoon. I was coming whether you asked
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    He kisses me. Soft at first. Tasting like lime and chili. Then his hand slides to the back of my neck and the softness burns away and my hand finds his chest and his heart is hammering under my palm.
He pulls back. “There’s a dressing room behind you.”
“I know. I work here.”
“Is it unlocked?”
“We can’t—”
“Is it unlocked, Emily?”
His eyes are dark. The gold pressing through.
“It’s unlocked.”
He pulls me to my feet. Across the studio. Through the dressing room door. Small, dim, mirrors on three walls, a cushioned bench along the back. The door closes and his hands are on my waist and he lifts me and my back hits the mirror and the glass is cold through my shirt and his mouth is hot on my neck and I wrap my legs around his waist and grip his hair.
“We have to be quiet,” I say.
“Nobody’s here.”
“The security guard—”
“Doesn’t care.” He bites the spot below my ear and my hips rock against him and the sound I make isn’t quiet at all.
He carries me to the bench. Sets me down. Pulls my shirt o

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EMILY
Nick is in my kitchen drying dishes while I sketch four dresses that will tell me who I can’t trust.
Mia is asleep. Mason is in his room counting Legos that Mia definitely rearranged. The apartment is quiet except for the scratch of my pencil and the soft clink of plates.
“I’m going to find the leak tomorrow,” I say.
He sets a plate on the rack. “How?”
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Nick picks up another plate. Dries it slowly. “Who are you testing?”
“Priya. June. Lucia.” I add the hemline. “And Derek.”
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Nick sets the plate down. Doesn’t pick up another.
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EMILY


Mason is sitting on my cutting table eating a peanut butter sandwich and supervising my hem work with the critical eye of a five-year-old who has opinions about fabric.


"That part is wobbly," he says, pointing at the seam I just pinned.


"It's not wobbly. It's gathered."


"What's gathered?"


"It's when you make the fabric bunch on purpose so it looks—"


"Wobbly."


Mia is on the floor beside him, cross-legged, drawing wolves on the back of my pattern paper. She's drawn fourteen so far. Each one has a name written underneath in her careful, crooked handwriting. The latest wolf is pink with yellow eyes and is labeled AUNT SAGE.


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"I said the eyes are good.

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    MASONThe car stops and Jessica pulls me out and we’re somewhere with little planes.Not the big airport where Dad took me once to watch planes land. A small place with a fence and a gate and a man who waves Jessica through without checking anything. It’s dark and the lights on the ground are blue and white and the planes are small, the kind with stairs that fold down from the door.Jessica is pulling my arm and walking fast and I have to run to keep up because her legs are longer and she’s not slowing down. The suitcase is rolling behind her on the pavement, bumping over cracks.A car is parked beside one of the planes. A man is leaning against it. When we get closer I see him and my stomach drops because I know him.Alex.He looks different. Tired. His clothes are wrinkled and he hasn’t shaved and he’s looking at Jessica the way Mrs. Park looks at kids who do something dangerous on the playground.“This is a very stupid thing you’re doing, Jessica,” Alex says.“Move.”“You hit him.

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