ALEXIA
The next day, C & B shop opened. Roll-up door screeching. Morning air. Liana was the first to arrive. Keys shaking a little in her hand. She unlocked the door. Arranged the shoes. Dusted the glass. Folded clothes that didn’t need folding. She did everything with her head down. Like if she looked up, the world would know. No one mentioned Leo. No one asked about the flowers. It was like the shop had agreed to pretend everything was normal. Jessica even hummed while arranging hangers. But Liana was worried. A quiet, heavy kind of worried. The kind that sits in your chest. She didn’t get a text from him last night. Not this morning either. She checked her phone every 10 minutes. 9:00. Nothing. 9:10. Nothing. 9:20. Nothing. At 1
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