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We were back in my kitchen the next morning. The scent of toast and coffee drifted in the air. The sun streamed through the window, soft and golden. It should've felt peaceful. Safe.
"Did you eat?" I asked, setting a plate of toast in front of her.
She shook her head. "Not hungry."
That alone was a red flag. Mari was never one to skip food, espe