CHAPTER EIGHTYA cafe. Elena chose a cafe, small and deliberately ordinary. It had mismatched chairs and a chalkboard menu and didn't take reservations and wouldn't recognize either of their faces, which was, Cassie understood, entirely the point. Elena was already there when she arrived, seated at a corner table away from the window, both hands wrapped around a cup she wasn't drinking from.She looked different outside the shadow of Gregory. Smaller in some ways, steadier in others, like a woman who had been holding a particular posture for so long that removing the reason for it had left her briefly uncertain of how to stand.Cassie sat down across from her. The waitress came and Cassie ordered tea she didn't want because her hands needed something to do and she had learned in recent weeks that the discipline of ordinary actions, ordering, pouring, holding a cup, kept her functional in situations where functioning was the only option."Thank you for coming," Elena said."You said yo
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