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I went back into the room and closed the door behind me, leaning against it for a second like I needed the pause.
It was a strange kind of restlessness.
Not enough to name.
But enough that sitting still felt wrong.
I had wanted to take a walk around the packhouse, but I needed more than that.
I pushed myself off the door and moved toward the wardrobe, pulling it open without thinking too much about it.
My hand hovered briefly before I grabbed a pair of fitted pants and a simple tank top—nothing dramatic, nothing that required effort.
I changed quickly.
Like I didn’t want to give myself time to overthink it.
Once I was done, I slipped into a pair of boots by the door, then turned toward the mirror. My reflection stared back at me, and for a second, I just looked.
I didn’t lo
