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The world tilts.
Spins.
Darkens.
And then—
Nothing.
Randi blinked.
The therapy room came back slowly, the present pressing in around her as her breath came unevenly.
Trinity was watching her.
Not pushing this time.
Just there.
“You disappeared for a second,” she said quietly.
Randi swallowed, forcing the memory back where it belonged.
Buried and locked away.
“I’m fine.”
It was automatic.
It always was.
Trinity didn’t challenge it.
Not this time.
“Same time tomorrow,” she said instead.
Randi nodded, pushing herself to her feet.
Alone. As always. But the past had a way of reminding her why she had chosen it.
And why, no matter how much it hurt now… she had never let anyone close enough to lose again.
CHAPTER 10
The bell above the café door chimed softly as Randi stepped inside.
The warmth hit her first—coffee, baked bread, something sweet lingering in the air. It felt… normal. Comforting in a way she hadn’t realized that she missed and seemed like it was forever.
She paused just inside the doorway, taking it in.
People talking. Laughter. The quiet hum of everyday life moving forward without effort. For a moment, she simply stood there, then moved toward the line.
It had taken her nearly twenty minutes to talk herself into coming. A simple coffee shouldn’t have felt like a victory.
But it did. Everything did now. She didn’t expect that transitioningher left hand into performing the role as her primary would prove so difficult. Yes, she could grip and grasp, hold and carry things.
But writing, dressing, cracking an egg, tying her shoes, stirring a pot, using a fork and knife together, washing her hair, carrying her laundry basket, and folding her clothes - those tasks and more made life impossible. Looking at her easels, oils and utensils pained her heart and a daily reminder of what she could no longer accomplish.
