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... t the cutting board. Miss Stella hummed an old song under her breath as she diced herbs beside me.
Everything looked normal.
But nothing felt normal.
I hadn’t slept a second since leaving the elevator. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw metal fingers glinting under the elevator light, heard the way Adelasia said remembering like it was a knife pressed against my throat.
I thought helping Miss Stella with dinner would ground me — peel potatoes, stir sauces, focus o ...
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