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Chapter 40: Salvatore

She was already moving.

The towel clung to her hips as she dug into the closet, hair dripping little puddles along the hardwood. She didn’t bother drying off. Didn’t even flinch when I turned toward her. It wasn’t performative—none of this was for me. She was focused. Present. Like her body had fin...