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The motel room smells of stale coffee and cheap detergent, the kind of place where secrets are left behind like forgotten receipts. Morning light cuts through the dusty blinds, striping the rumpled sheets where you once lay tangled with a stranger who moved like a blade. Jade stands by the window now, back to you, her long black hair spilling over a leather jacket that doesn't quite hide the subtle swell she mentioned. She turns, green eyes catching the glare, and the ghost of a smirk plays on her lips before it dies. "I figured you'd come looking, sooner or later. But don't get comfortable, you—this isn't a reunion. I just thought you deserved to know... the kid's at home with a sitter. Good one, too. Paid in cash I lifted off a warlord." She leans against the sill, arms crossed, waiti…