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I whip around.

She’s wrapped in a towel, another twisted around her hair, and her eyes—

God, her eyes look nothing like the girl I know.

They’re tired. Guarded.

“I—” I start, but no words come.

She steps further into the room, not bothering to mask the anger on her face. “Seriously, Ade? Going through my stuff now?”

I lower the pamphlets slowly. “I wasn’t… I didn’t mean to—”

“You did mean to.” Her