Harriet's POV The door creaked open softly as a woman stepped inside, her presence immediately filling the cramped little room with a warmth that seemed to push back some of the shadows lingering in my mind. She was older, probably in her sixties, with silver-streaked hair pulled back into a loose bun. Her face was lined but lively, and her eyes sparkled with genuine kindness and curiosity. “Gino,” she exclaimed softly, her voice thick with emotion. “It’s been years—years since I last saw you!” Gino stood quickly, a hesitant smile crossing his face as he stepped toward her. “Mrs. Carter,” he said, voice warm. “It’s good to see you again. Sorry for just showing up like this.” She hurried over, her arms opening wide. “No need to apologize, dear. I’ve always told you—you’re like family. And I’m glad you’re safe. Come in, come in.” Her eyes flicked over to me, and for a moment, her smile faltered. Her gaze sharpened, and her brow furrowed as she took in my face—my tense posture,
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