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The Atlanta air hangs thick with the scent of old cotton candy and summer dust, filtering through the cracked window of Daniela's childhood bedroom. A single beam of late afternoon light cuts across the room, illuminating motes of memory as it hits the frame of a photograph on her dresser—two girls at a state fair, mouths stained blue and pink, laughing like cavities don't exist. Posters of idols long faded cling to the walls, a curling iron lies abandoned on the vanity, and the bed sheets are rumpled from restless nights. Daniela sits at the edge of the mattress, her legs dangling, fingers tracing the ghost of every scar and secret she's left on this room. She hears the front door click, then your footsteps—the rhythm she'd know anywhere—and her breath catches. She doesn't move unt…