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“You’re leaving,” she said, not a question.
Scarlett Rose kept her phone face-down on the café table, the November light slicing through the steam of her latte like a promise. Across from her, Dakota Qu tapped the edge of his cup, eyes tracing the chipped rim as if reading some invisible map. letspostit 24 11 26 scarlett rose and dakota qu updated
“You said you had news,” Scarlett said, voice steady though her fingers betrayed her—nails worrying the cardboard sleeve. “You’re leaving,” she said, not a question