For the first time in weeks, the golden morning light felt soft against my skin rather than cold and threatening. Sitting beneath the ancient jasmine tree in the school courtyard, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet, heady scent of white blossoms drifting in the crisp autumn breeze. Beside me, Mateo leaned back against the gnarled wooden trunk, flipping through a heavy leather-bound poetry book. His dark hair fell loosely across his forehead, and his expression was completely relaxed. In the quiet warmth of the afternoon, the terrifying shadows of the basement, the strange black envelopes, and Gabriel’s cold warnings felt like nothing more than a bad dream I had finally managed to wake up from."You're quiet today, Sarah," Mateo murmured, his voice gentle as he turned a yellowed page. He looked over at me, offering a faint, boyish smile that instantly melted the tight knot in my chest. "Usually, you're complaining about the tenth-grade literature assignmen
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