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The Glare Across the Room
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2025-08-12 23:00:00The envelope was gone by morning.
I checked the park bench from my kitchen window while sipping bitter coffee, scanning for any trace of it. Nothing. No paper fluttering in the breeze, no shadow of the man from last night.It should have eased my mind. Instead, it made me more unsettled. Whoever left it had come back. Whoever left it knew where I lived.By the time I made it to the office, I’d smoothed my hair, fixed my makeup, and built the mask I wore around Atlas. The one that made it look like I was fine—just another Tuesday, no shadows in my hallway, no phantom footsteps at night.But my mask cracked the second I stepped into the main floor.She was there again.The ex.Her back was to me as she leaned over Atlas’s desk, her hand resting just a little too casually on the edge of his chair. The sound of her laugh curled in the air like smoke. She looked polished, flawless—perfect dark hair pulled into a twist, a diamond on her finger catching the ligh
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