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Not because she stopped watching. But because she no longer needed to keep what was already hers.

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The way you hold your sadness like a cat holds its skin—loose enough to move, tight enough to feel. But Lizzie only smiled and said, “The season.” Not because she stopped watching

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“Why do you stare like that?” Nadia asked one afternoon. They were alone in the kitchen. Spring rain hit the window like static.

Lizzie’s heart cracked. “That’s what I was afraid of.”