The morning air was crisp as Selima’s car pulled into my driveway at exactly 7:30 AM.
I had spent the night tossing and turning, caught between the memory of Uriel’s touch and the grainy image of that anonymous text. As I climbed into the passenger seat, Selima gave me a long, hard look.
"You look like you fought a war and the war won," she said, shifting into gear. "Where’s that glow I was promised?"
"I’m just tired, Sel. I couldn't sleep," I muttered, staring out the window. "That text... it’s like a splinter in my brain."
Selima sighed, navigating the morning traffic toward the college.
"Look, if it’s bothering you that much, just show it to him. Confront him. One look at his face and you’ll know if he’s lying. Don’t let some mystery person play puppet master with your head."
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