Elias hugs me goodbye once more. “Your grandmother would be proud, you know. Of the woman you’ve become.”
I don’t answer. I don’t think I can.
As soon as Elias is in the elevator, Petra rounds the corner. “Who’s that?”
“Good morning to you, too.”
She drops her bag unceremoniously on the table. “And why are your eyes red?”
I rub them off with the back of my hand. “New shampoo. Wanted to test if that ‘No Tears’ thing was real.”
“It’s a scam,” Petra huffs. “It means ‘No Tearing.’ As in, no tangles and whatnot.”
“No, it’s not.” She snatches a Greek yogurt from the fridge. “So who was that?”
“My boss.” I shrug. “Clothes hand-off. Nothing exciting.”
“That looks exciting,” she comments, giving the crumpled pamphlet in my hand a pointed look. “Since you’re trying to hide it and all.”
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