Sunday Morning
The text arrived at 10:47 on a Sunday morning. Lena was standing at her kitchen counter making pancakes, the kind of flat, slightly burnt circles that she ate because they were fast and cheap and required exactly one utensil to clean. Her phone buzzed on the counter beside the bottle of syrup she kept in the refrigerator because the cupboard above the sink had a door that wouldn't stay closed....
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