June doesn’t laugh. She holds Lena’s gaze.
The jukebox plays low. Rain streaks the window. JUNE sits across from LENA in a booth, coffee gone cold. anya ivy casting
JUNE Wherever you left.
Lena looks down at her hands. For once, she doesn’t have a line. June doesn’t laugh
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