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It was the kind of morning that smelled like rain on hot concrete: humid, heavy, promising. The apartment’s single window fogged with the city’s breath while I fumbled with keys that never seemed to fit the lock on the first try. My sister—Maya—met me in the hallway with a mug of something steaming and a smirk that said she already knew I’d be late.
It was the kind of morning that smelled like rain on hot concrete: humid, heavy, promising. The apartment’s single window fogged with the city’s breath while I fumbled with keys that never seemed to fit the lock on the first try. My sister—Maya—met me in the hallway with a mug of something steaming and a smirk that said she already knew I’d be late.