"Here, we don't erase what happened. We just cook it. So, it stop hurting every time you remember."It was morning.But there was no sunlight.Last night’s rain still clung to the roof, dripping steadily, over and over, as if someone inside the house were counting the seconds.Mara was awake before the lights had fully come on.She still wasn’t used to the bed.For three nights, she had been sleeping in the armchair, and somehow, her body had learned that it was the only place where she was safe.Nico was already in the kitchen.He always was.Apron. White shirt. Old burn scars across his hands as he chopped onions that didn’t seem to make him cry.“Good morning,” Nico said without looking back. “We have a customer later. Ten o’clock.”Mara walked toward the stove.The smell of coffee filled the kitchen.Not the kind of coffee you simply drank.This was the kind you only had to smell to feel, for a moment, that maybe you didn’t have to cry.“What’s hurting her?” Mara asked.Nico washe
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