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She looks at it.
Then at me.
Then back at the shirt.
“You just carry extra clothes for people?” she asks.
“Only the ones I’m not letting out of my sight.”
That earns me a real reaction.
A small one.
But real.
She takes the shirt.
“Thank you.”
“Bathroom’s there.”
She nods and disappears inside.
The door closes softly behind her.
I exhale.
Not tension.
Not stress.
Just… awareness.
Because this—
This is different.
Not a mission.
Not an objective.
Something else.
Something I’m not used to navigating.
I don’t move far.
I stay where I am.
Listening.
Not for danger.
For her.
The door opens a few minutes later.
And for half a second—
