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The door opened. A gust of October wind blew in a group of three: a lesbian couple holding hands and a lanky gay man in a leather jacket. They laughed, ordered drinks, and didn’t look at Maya twice. Invisibility, she realized, could be a gift.

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“I didn’t,” she said. “But I knew I couldn’t stay in the waiting room forever.” The door opened

The neon sign above The Wild Iris buzzed faintly, casting a lavender glow on the wet pavement. Inside, the Tuesday night crowd was a slow dance of laughter, clinking glasses, and the low thrum of a 90s alt-rock ballad. Invisibility, she realized, could be a gift

Kai nodded, his fingers trembling around his soda. “I’m scared my friends will leave.”

Maya wasn’t laughing. She was gripping the edge of the bar, her knuckles white, watching the door.