The icy rain lashed against the windows of the bookstore, a sharp rhythm that echoed the storm brewing within Natalie. She stood behind the counter, her hands gripping the edge as she stared at the phone in front of her. Ricardo’s name was on the screen, his number waiting to be dialed. Her heart hammered in her chest, the weight of the decision pressing down on her.
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