Ghost’s POV“Seatbelt,” I said.Suzy was already buckled in the back, her tiny legs swinging, hair a mess from the long day. She hugged a pink stuffed bear to her chest and looked up at me with sleepy eyes.“I already did,” she said proudly. “Mama said seatbelts are for good girls.”“Then you’re a good girl,” I said, forcing a small smile.Fiorella didn’t answer. She sat stiff beside me in the passenger seat, eyes locked on the window like she was watching ghosts in the dark.“Seatbelt,” I repeated, this time to her.She didn’t move. “It’s on,” she muttered, the belt hanging loose.“You used to hate them,” I said quietly. “Said they wrinkled your dress.”“Maybe I changed,” she said flatly, eyes still forward.I watched her reflection in the glass. Same face. Same voice. But not the same woman.“You always talk this much, Muscle?” she asked, her tone sharp.That name hit wrong. She’d never called me that. Not once. The real Fiorella used to call me G, or sometimes Ghostie when she wa
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