Dakota inhaled and let out a laugh that wasn’t quite humor. “Updated plans. Different city. Same us, maybe.”

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He nodded. “Always.”

Scarlett imagined the apartment with new light and strangers’ art on the walls, and it felt like both fracture and chance. Dakota reached across the table, fingers brushing hers—no grand declarations, only the familiar pressure that said, We’ll try.

“Send me updates,” she said.