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Chapter 13 - Zach

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The door clicked shut behind her brother, and for a long moment, the room just…settled. The tension diffused like air hissing out of a tire, replaced by something quieter, but not entirely comfortable. Ofelia still wasn’t looking at me, her shoulders tight, pretending to be very busy fussing with the kittens.

I leaned against the dresser again, arms crossed, watching her rearrange towels around the nesting box like she was defusing a bomb.

Ace was a lot. Protective, loud, good with the verbal jabs. He reminded me a little of my current crew at the fire station and, more so, of my crew from Ravenwood. You know the type of guys who masked concern with teasing because being vulnerable outright wasn’t exactly our go-to. But under all that bluster? His worry for her was real.

Couldn’t blame him. She was doing everything to convince the world, and herself, that she had this under control. The problem was, I’d seen the cracks in the armor already.

Ofelia adjusted the towel for the third t
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Well played, Spitfire. *slow clap* That little trip led to an unintentional shower peek.

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I was waiting for this story, it's awesome. I hope Ofelia finds peace in her heart and Zack feels like he finally belongs.
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