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A Nighttime Habit

Some nights, Lilly would find Rosemary sitting at the attic window, gazing out. “I used to think I was invisible here,” she once admitted. “Now I know someone sees me.”

Lilly didn’t reply, she just pulled up a second chair. Together they watched stars blink alive above the black outline of trees.