Rae’s POV A full week had passed since I’d stormed out of the pool house, and somehow the days had started to blur into something that almost felt like normal.Almost.Zara and I had fallen into a rhythm that was equal parts comfort and deliberate distraction. We cooked dinner together every night—nothing fancy, just whatever was in the fridge and whatever mood we were in. Tonight it was pasta: over-salted water, a jar of marinara we doctored with too much garlic and red pepper flakes, and a mountain of shredded cheese that we kept stealing straight from the bag. The kitchen smelled like home—burnt edges of garlic, bubbling tomato sauce, the faint sweetness of the cheap red wine we were drinking straight from mismatched mugs because neither of us could be bothered to find real wine glasses.We ate standing at the counter at first, forks twirling spaghetti while we laughed about nothing. Then we carried our plates to the living room, dropped onto the couch, and let an old playlist
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