She arrived.
Sana paused mid-tape, staring openly. “Is she a movie star?”
Arin swallowed a laugh. “Maybe she’s just… rich.”
The woman crossed her porch, paused at the fence separating their yards, and looked around as if the quiet itself was unfamiliar. She pulled off her sunglasses, and Arin saw eyes that were clear and tired at the same time. Like someone who’d forgotten what a full breath felt like.
“Hi,” she called, voice calm, almost careful. “Sorry to bother you. I just checked in, and I can’t find the Wi-Fi password anywhere. Is it… written on a router or something?”
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