SkylaMorning felt wrong.The sun rose like it always did, pale light spilling through the cracks of the safe house blinds, but it felt cruel. The world shouldn’t have kept moving when Taylor hadn’t. Every shadow seemed to stretch toward her empty chair, reaching for someone who wasn’t coming back.I sat in the corner, her jacket clutched in my hands. It still smelled like her—coffee, old paper, peppermint gum. I pressed it to my face until my chest hurt, until it felt like maybe if I breathed deep enough, I could drag her back through memory alone. But memory wasn’t enough. Not today.Ed sat propped up across the room, bruises dark against his skin, one eye still swollen from Carl’s fists. He hadn’t slept either, though he kept pretending to close his eyes whenever Steph checked on him. When his gaze found me, he didn’t try to joke, didn’t try to soften it. He just looked… hollow.“She saved my life twice over,” he said finally, voice raw, eyes fixed on some invisible point in th
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