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Chapter 118

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CLAIRE'S POV

The spoon slipped from my hand and clattered against the sink.

I stared at it for a second too long before picking it up, my grip tighter than necessary.

The kitchen smelled like garlic and onions, comfort food. The kind I made when I needed something solid to anchor me but my chest refused to settle.

Riley’s door was closed. That alone was unusual. She didn’t close the doors.

She drifted, moved through spaces like she wasn’t sure she deserved to claim them.

Closed doors meant walls. Walls meant something was wrong.

I turned the cooker down and wiped my hands on a towel, moving down the hallway quietly.

I paused outside her room, listening. There was nothing.

I knocked once. “Riles?”

Silence.

I pushed the door open.

She was sitting on the bed, knees pulled up, phone in her hands. Not crying or shaking. Just, still.

That scared me more than anything else could have.

“You didn’t answer,” I said.

She looked up, eyes clear but distant. “Sorry.”

That wasn’t Riley’s sorry.
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