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Boxes And Quiet Threats

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Isla

Three days came in a blur...The key turned in the lock like permission. It felt absurdly ceremonial, a tiny act that somehow rewired the rules under which Sophie and I had been living for the last seven months. I pushed the door open and sunlight rushed in, smelling faintly of paint and promise. It still had not sunk in that this was ours.

Lia had insisted on coming with me. She carried half my life in a battered tote and a grin like she’d already installed herself on the couch. “This is yours now, Isla. Don’t tread lightly,” she said, stamping her too-big boots on the threshold the way people do in movies when they move into something important.

Sophie exploded into the room the way a little comet does through constellations, everywhere at once, chubby feet thumping, hands grabbing the sill of the balcony. “Look, Mama! We can watch the birds and pretend they are princes!” she squealed, vaulting onto the empty couch and scattering a constellation of dust motes that danced in the
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