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~Velma’s POV
She looked at me then. And for the briefest moment, the anger faltered.
I adjusted my bag on my shoulder and turned toward the door again.
“This conversation isn’t mine to finish,” I said. “Whatever this is between you two, keep it there.”
I reached for the handle.
Behind me, her voice followed, smaller now but still sharp. “You don’t just walk away.”
I paused, my hand resting on the door.
“I do,” I said softly. “That’s how I survived.”
Then I opened the door and left, not looking back, letting their unfinished mess close behind me.
The drive home felt longer than it should have.
Not because of traffic. The road was clear. The city lights slid past my windows in a quiet blur, red and gold and white. It was my mind that was crowded. Every streetlight seemed to pu
