Kyra wiped down the sticky counter of the small diner where she worked part-time. As a student, juggling college classes and this dead-end job should have been a stepping stone to something better, but it was just another way to escape the hell at home. The tips were meager, the customers rude, but it kept her mind occupied—away from the bruises blooming under her long-sleeved uniform, away from the suicidal whispers that haunted her nights. Her father's latest rage had left her with a split lip and a throbbing headache, but she'd covered it with makeup, forcing a smile for the patrons. Just get through the shift, she told herself. One hour at a time.The dinner rush was picking up. Kyra moved on autopilot, jotting down orders for a family of four, her pen scratching against the notepad. Then, a voice cut through the din—deep, composed, with an undercurrent of authority that made her freeze. It was familiar, like a echo from that shadowy bar. Heart pounding, she turned slowly, her e
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