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💨 ― He sat down beside her with a plop; a weighted descent. He emptied his lungs in a slow, practiced exhale. “Well. I spoke to Lizzie.” If his friend had already heard from the twin in question, he imaged she already knew how well that went.

📷 ― “Sorry for the intrusion.” It took working up the courage to even approach the school, let alone seek out the people she had actively put in danger. Maybe to no fault of her own, but she digressed. “I’m looking for Lizzie Saltzman.”

🖋️ ― The Salvatore knew where he was and what he was doing. He’d gone as far to approach the door, knock on it, and wait for it to open― and he still wasn’t prepared for who he saw on the other side of that threshold. “Hi.”