Natalia
In Cristiano’s closet, I quickly dug through the bag Jaz had just packed while Cristiano showered. During his absence, I’d gotten my hands on a sewing kit and stitched a secret pocket into the lining for the phone. I tore through her precise folding and the tops she’d rolled into neat, tidy torpedoes until I felt the weight of it in my palm and breathed a sigh of relief.



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