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cold, empty sheets. Housto

inced, a sharp hiss escaping her lips as she pushed herself upright, cl

tick. A broken compact mirror. And the tiny, tarnished St. Christopher medal her mother had pressed into her palm when she was nine years old. "To keep you safe, mi

ay, jaw tight. She would not cry. Tears were a luxury she could not afford. Not while her mother

utes, scrubbing her skin until it flushed raw and pink. The bruise on her wrist-a dark purple bracelet of finger marks-throbbed under the hot water. S

r. Pale skin. Shadowed eyes. A tiny scab already forming on her split lower lip. Fragile. She knew she looked fr

aroma of fresh coffee i

th decades of quiet service. When his eyes met hers, they softened with a sympathy so genuine that Claire felt her throat tighten. He di

ast is a single-origin Colombian. I find i

the chair, grateful for the old man's quiet decency. In a

plate of avocado toast before her. He was about to ask if she needed anything e

n walk

th mathematical precision. The temperature in the sunl

ire's direction. He didn't acknowledge her presence. The dismissal was

he Wall Street Journal, bowed his head slightly,

own at her black coffee, the dark surface tr

"Why did you do that? Why were you so

his dark eyes finally met hers, they were m

hum. "Given the desperate, pathetic circles your father has spent his en

-hot fire of pure anger. She set her cup down with exaggerated care, ros

t. "I didn't want your name. I didn't want your money. And I certainly didn

ar. I read the texts your father sent you last night. Every single o

ou destroyed my phone before I ever sa

it jacket and withdrew a small, white rectangular pharmacy box. He t

to a dead stop beside Claire's untouched plate. The bold blu

rejecting her. He was erasing her-reducing her to

n't touch the box. The St. Christopher medal

anything. And one day, Houston Pierce, you are going to reali

om with her head held high. She did not run. She did not cry. She simply left-b

uscle in his jaw ticking with