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set the vase on the windowsill and wiped her damp hands on a dish towel.
Something was brewing. She felt it in her skin, her nerves, that ancient female instinct that never lied.
By evening, Darius started asking questions.
They were sitting in the small eat-in kitchen. She was warming up leftover dinner while he scrolled mindlessly on his phone.
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