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• Maya.
• I hadn’t been back in this house in almost a year, not really. Not since Harper’s parents split up and the walls went quieter, the garden overgrown. Now, every photo on the entryway table was just Harper and her dad. No more family portraits. I stood by the door with my duffel bag slung over my shoulder, listening to the silence settle around us like dust.
• “Maya!” Harper bounded down the stairs, her smile as blinding as ever. She hadn’t changed—still blonde, still a little too earnest, like a golden retriever in pastel shorts.