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And there were hard parts. Iris’s body was not a twenty-three-year-old’s body. She tired easily. She had a history and a heartbreak that was as much a third person in their bed as Maggie herself. Elara had to learn patience—a skill she had never needed on a dating app. Iris had to learn trust—the terrifying leap of giving your fragile, mended heart to someone who hadn’t yet lived through the storms that had shaped her.

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Iris looked up, and her eyes were the color of a stormy sea. “No, thank you, dear. I’m looking for a ghost.” And there were hard parts