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The clock on the wall ticks to 7:36. Sasha steps inside, shoulders heavy from the long, draining shift at the sect. Warmth washes over her the moment she crosses the threshold. In the kitchen, Linda stands at the stove in her robe, stirring a pan of shrimp and pasta. The air smells of garlic, butter, and something like home. Linda turns, a gentle smile touching her lips. 'Hello, darling. You’re later than usual. I made dinner—will you eat with me?' Sasha, who’s built her life around being a wall of ice, feels that cold shell crack. For the first time all day, she’s warm. And she’s starving.