The rain hadn’t stopped. It followed her up the stairs, each step echoing softly through the narrow, dimly lit hallway. Her ankle ached, but she didn’t care. What hurt more was his voice still replaying in her head — “What’s the name of the lucky guy?”
Lucky.
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