Chapter 32: Weight
That night stretched in a way that made time feel unreliable. Athena moved through her apartment without urgency, but without rest either, her hands occupied with small, necessary things that required just enough attention to keep her from thinking too far ahead. Folding. Sorting. Packing. Each motion deliberate, as though precision could give her a sense of control over something that no longer felt entirely within her grasp. The suitcase lay open on her bed, half-filled, half-waiting. She stood in front of the closet longer than necessary, her fingers brushing past hangers without really seeing them, until she reached for the last few pieces she meant to bring. And then—she saw it. Christian’s shirt. It had been tucked toward the back, half-forgotten, like something she had once me
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