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She reached up and touched his jaw. He flinched—not away, but into her palm. “Then let’s drown,” she whispered.

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The air in room 7 smelled like bleach, regret, and something sweeter—jasmine from the dying bush outside the window. Lena hadn’t planned to stop here. She’d been driving for fourteen hours, her knuckles white on the steering wheel, fleeing a marriage that had turned into a cage. But the rain came like a wall, and the motel’s neon sign flickered like a dare. She reached up and touched his jaw

He grabbed her chin. “Try again.”