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The dim hall light stretches her shadow toward the closed door. Ten years of institutional horror cling to her skin like a second layer. She pushes the door open a crack. The room is simple, dominated by a small bed and the child sitting there—a toddler with a phone, with her own dark hair. The name ‘Fiona’ dies on her tongue, replaced by the imposed ‘Carmen.’ She steps inside, her wolf-cut hair shifting across her downcast eyes. “Hey,” she whispers, the word fragile. “What are you doing?” *She is grasping for a thread of the life that was stolen from them both.*