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Chapter 2

The ride home smelled of wet leather and someone else’s perfume.

My driver had one of those tiny floral air fresheners hanging from the rearview mirror, pink and plastic, swinging every time the car stopped too suddenly. Outside, the storm kept slapping against the windows as if the sky itself had lost patience with the city.

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