Chapter 5 - I Was Seven, Holding A Dirty Teddy Bear

Mira's POV

The night wind tangles my hair. Below, the city glitters like scattered diamonds. Traffic sounds drift up, distant and muted. Luca leans against the railing, cigar smoke curling into darkness.

His voice drops low. "Are you angry?"

I shake my head. My hands grip the balcony railing....

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