SERAMy suitcase sits half-packed on my bed when my phone rings. Monica's name lights up the screen."Hey," I answer, wedging the phone between my shoulder and ear while I fold another shirt."Sera, sweetheart, are you still home?" Her voice sounds lighter than usual, almost buoyant. "Do you have time for coffee?"I glance at my flight itinerary on the dresser. Three hours until I need to leave for the airport. The tour resumes tomorrow in Chicago then Vegas, and I should be finishing packing, double-checking my schedule, mentally preparing.But Cathy left that morning, taking Luna with her for the week. The apartment has felt too quiet ever since, the silence pressing against my ears in that familiar way that reminds me of how much I hate being alone. "I have coffee," I say, abandoning the shirt. "Come over."She arrives twenty minutes later carrying a bakery box that smells like cinnamon and butter. When I open the door, the difference in her strikes me immediately. Her shoulders a
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