~SARAH BENNETT ~ I changed quickly, pulling on a cream blouse with a soft drape, tailored black trousers, and a pair of simple gold earrings. Something elegant. Respectable. Rich enough to be credible but not so polished it would make grief look rehearsed. I tied my hair back loosely and added dark sunglasses before checking my reflection one last time making sure I looked like the caring sister who cried her eyes out and whose heart was heavy. Perfect. By the time I got into the rental car, my irritation had already begun reshaping itself into performance. That was the useful thing about emotions. Once you understood them well enough, they became materials. And I had spent most of my life learning how to build with them. **** The pizza shop was small, sunlit, and charming. Locals chattered away in Italian, giggling and expressing themselves with their whole body. It was nice to watch. The smell of fresh dough, tomatoes, basil, and wood-fired crust drifted into the air so ric
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