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... ping of a message. She glanced down at her phone, her smile fading slightly as she read Samuel’s words.
Something urgent came up. I might be late. Don’t wait up.
For a moment, she just stood there, the screen’s light reflecting on her face. The words felt distant, like they were pushing her away, but she took a breath, trying not to overthink. Samuel had been so different lately—kinder, warmer—and she didn’t want to lose that.
She typed back, It’s okay. Take care of what ...
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