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The Arrest
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2026-06-04 07:00:56The flight home was quiet.
Kate and Sophia sat together near the back of the plane, wrapped in matching blankets despite the cabin's warmth. Kate had not spoken much since leaving the medical facility, but she had eaten two full meals and slept for six uninterrupted hours. Sophia looked at her like she was still afraid the girl might vanish if she blinked too long.
Marcus sat beside me, his bandaged ribs making every shift in his seat a
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The morning light crept through the curtains slowly, pale and gray. I had not moved from Marcus's side all night. His bandaged hand still rested on mine, and his breathing had finally evened out around dawn. The bruise on his jaw had deepened to a dark purple, but the bleeding had stopped. He loo
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