The sun was sinking low, painting the quiet suburban street in gold and amber. From her second-story windowsill, Myra watched the world go soft and hazy. But her focus, sharp and unwavering, was fixed on a single point, the man next door.Steven.He moved through his garden with the quiet reverence of a priest tending an altar. He wasn’t her uncle, not by blood or law, but the title had stuck from childhood and over those years, something more had grown in her, a dangerous, thrilling pull she couldn’t name.Steven was thirty-five, but there was a youthful strength in him, a vitality that made her chest tighten every time she looked. He was everything she desired. His dark hair, still thick and unruly, was pushed back from a forehead lined with the faint traces of thought and sun.Myra, at nineteen, knew every one of those contrasts by heart. For five years, she had studied him. She had imagined this moment countless times, rehearsed conversations and scenarios in her head, letting the
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