The lights in her apartment were soft — warm like everything she surrounded herself with, but not him.
She sat cross-legged on the floor, papers spread around her like petals, one hand flipping through marked affidavits while the other scribbled on a yellow legal pad. Her brows were furrowed, the curve of her mouth slightly parted in focus.
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