MEND ME IF YOU CAN.
“Thanks, Tessa.”
She brushed past me again, her perfume catching in the air like a ghost. Before she left, she glanced back over her shoulder. Her gaze lingered, holding something that felt like a warning wrapped in smug understanding. I couldn’t read her completely—and that unsettled me more than I cared to admit.
Luke followed soon after, promising to text me. I watched him walk down the hallway, each step echoing until the door closed with a final click. The sound reverberated in my chest, final and sharp.
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