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They met—truly met—during a shoot at the hospital cafeteria. Afterward, over coffee that tasted like paper cups and caffeine, Gabriel told her about a night when he'd held a child no larger than her palm, about the quiet that followed sirens, about the way he sometimes dreamed in fluorescent light. Scarlett listened, and in the listening she felt her own edges soften.

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