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... soft click.
Billy was still seated, elbows on the table, one hand absently circling the rim of his glass.
He didn’t look up right away.
Camila didn’t speak at first. She walked over and settled into the chair Eleanor had just left, the cushion still slightly warm. Her presence wasn’t intrusive. Just there. Solid. Familiar.
Billy finally glanced her way.
"She’s kind," he said, voice soft.
Camila nodded.
"She is."
A small pause.
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