Day and night
Kevin realized he had only ever checked the bus stop in the mornings, never at night. Maybe she came often, quietly, after closing her shop, when no one else was around. The thought gnawed at him, making this thing feel even more mysterious. Whatever was happening, she wasn’t just a bystander. He needed to confront her again. He needed answers—and this time, he couldn’t let her hide behind silence.
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