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The sunlight glimmered off the Miami skyline like shards of champagne, each reflection sharp and golden against the glass towers. I stood barefoot on my balcony, silk robe tied loosely around me, letting the ocean breeze tease the ends of my hair. The water below shimmered deceptively calm, the kind of calm I'd learned not to trust. One year of silence, one year of space, and here I was, breathing freely again-or so I thought. Inside my penthouse, the scent of peonies and sandalwood lingered, courtesy of a dozen Jo Malone diffusers lined along the marble counters. My phone vibrated on the counter, a soft gold-glass tray rattling slightly beneath it. Unread messages. Twelve missed calls. All from her. Rochelle. I didn't block her number. Not entirely. Not yet. There was still that tiny fragment of hope buried in the corners of my chest- hope that maybe she had changed, that maybe her words would soften, that maybe... she'd say she was sorry

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