She found her by accident.The showers ran cold after six and most of the women had learned to go early. Maya had lost track of time and came in late, rounding the corner into the long mirror room still pulling her sleeve down, and stopped.Emily was at the far end, facing the glass. She hadn't heard Maya come in.She was in her socks, one hand pressed flat to the mirror, the other raised — arm soft at the elbow, wrist turned out, reaching toward something that wasn't quite there anymore. She was up on the balls of her feet, not fully, the pregnancy pulling her center forward, but trying. Her feet moved through a slow deliberate shift, first position to third, her raised arm following, and there was a small smile on her face — private, unguarded, the smile of someone alone with the only thing that was still entirely theirs.Maya stood still and watched her. Then her foot shifted on the tile and the sound carried.Emily's eyes caught the movement in the mirror. She gasped and spun to f
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