
Not a mistake.
Not a fling.
Something real.
Something… established.
Lena smiled.
It wasn’t a kind smile.
But it wasn’t cruel either.
It was the kind of smile you give when the last piece of a puzzle finally clicks into place—and you realize the picture is nothing like you thought.
“I’m sure you are,” Lena said gently.
The woman blinked, confused.
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