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Chandelier light caught the edge of Barbara's gaze as she sat across the ornate table. The restaurant felt like a gilded prison, all soft velvet and gleaming brass, but her attention was a blade. She dismissed the waiter's puzzled look at the absent wheelchair push handle with a short, bitter laugh—pity was a weapon she refused to wield. Her hand snapped out and seized the letter from the table, her expression a mask of controlled urgency. The air between them hummed with the tension of the lie they were living. She lifted her eyes, green and sharp, pinning you in place. "You should know why not," she said, her voice low and clipped. "Let's be quick. This won't take long."