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... taring at the empty space where he’d been.
My gaze drifted back to the phone on my desk. Katya’s phone.
I picked it up again, thumb brushing over the cold screen. Control had always been simple before. Clean. Necessary.
Now it felt like a blade balanced too close to something fragile. The silence pressed in after Antonio left.
I stood there for a long moment, unmoving, jaw tight, fingers curled at my sides like I was holding something invisible together.
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