The night passed, but Shelly did not sleep deeply.
She kept waking up again and again, not because of fear, but because her mind refused to stay quiet.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Spencer.
His smile.
His eyes.
The way he stood at the door before leaving.
It all felt too real now.
Too close.
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Morning came slowly.
Shelly sat near the window with her cup of tea, watching the street outside. People were walking, cars passing, everything moving like always.
But her life did not feel ordinary anymore.
It felt like she was standing on a line.
One step forward, and everything would change.
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“Thinking too much?” Rita’s voice came from behind.
Shelly turned and gave a small smile. “Maybe.”
Rita sat beside her. “That boy… Spencer. He makes you happy?”
Shelly did no
