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KATYA

The irony doesn’t escape me. A few months ago, if you’d told me I’d ever feel relieved to see Elias — so relieved I can’t tear my eyes off him, even when his stare burns with something I wouldn’t have recognized before but now know instantly for what it is: anger — I’d have told you to go fuck yourself.

Elias’s voice, low and certain, cuts through the air like a blade. “She said let go.”