Kabir locked the apartment door behind us, the soft click echoing down the empty hallway. It sounded final, like the closing of a chapter we both had barely survived. My fingers wrapped around the strap of my bag to keep them from trembling, but his hand brushed mine anyway—slow, deliberate, a silent I'm here.
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