Astrid almost didn’t answer.Her phone rang once.Twice.Three times.Sebastian’s name glowed across the screen, steady and patient.She stared at it longer than she should have.Then finally—She answered.“Hello?”Silence for a second.Then his voice.Soft.Careful.“Astrid.”Something inside her loosened instantly.Not completely.But enough.“You called earlier,” she said quietly.“I know.”She closed her eyes briefly.“I was busy.”The lie felt weak.Sebastian didn’t call her out on it.Instead, he asked gently, “Can I see you?”Astrid hesitated.Her eyes drifted across the room—the unopened gifts, the flowers beginning to wilt slightly in the vase, the expensive things Damien kept leaving behind like proof that he was everywhere.“Yes,” she whispered.They met by the lake just outside town.Neutral ground.Away from the house.Away from Damien.The evening air was cool, the water still, reflecting the fading light.Sebastian was already there.And when he saw her—He didn’t smil
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