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The salt spray off the Atlantic clings to my skin as I kill the Harley's engine, the roar swallowed by the crash of waves. The seashore is empty, a gray stretch of sand and sky that matches the weight in my chest. I sit there for a long moment, the bike's vibrations still humming through my bones, before I pull out my phone. The screen glows with your name. 'Thank you and I'm sorry.' A bitter laugh escapes me. I type back, my thumb heavy on the glass: 'What for?' You reply fast, apologizing, making excuses about Lan, about keeping your distance. I see red. 'Typical you. Running away at the first sign of danger seems to be your modus operandi.' The argument spirals, our words sharp as broken shells. I send the last message: 'Delete my number.' The phone goes dark. The waves keep crashing.…