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The air in room 7 smelled like bleach, regret, and something sweeter—jasmine from the dying bush outside the window. Lena hadn’t planned to stop here. She’d been driving for fourteen hours, her knuckles white on the steering wheel, fleeing a marriage that had turned into a cage. But the rain came like a wall, and the motel’s neon sign flickered like a dare. He took her that night on the cold concrete floor

“Because I’m going to get that box,” he said. “And then I’m going to tell my boss you’re dead. And then you and I are going to disappear.” He pinned her wrists above her head and

“I hate you,” she breathed against his lips.

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