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Leo looked down at his own pale hands—the editor’s hands, soft and ink-stained. He thought of Peta’s silver scar. Her mother’s bingo shame. The two taps on Mike’s wrist.

“I’m tired, Mike,” Peta whispered.

First, there was the body . Leo had never known his own skeleton could feel so light. His— her —breath was deep, filling lungs that seemed to touch her ribs with a silken ease. He flexed a hand. Small, strong, with chipped turquoise nail polish. A thin, silver scar ran across the thumb. Peta Jensen for a day -Peta Jensen- Mike Adrian...

“Just a long week,” she said.

Peta sat in her car in the studio parking lot. The sun was setting. She had a protein shake and a voicemail from her little sister asking for rent money. Her lower back ached. The knot under her shoulder blade had spread to her neck. Leo looked down at his own pale hands—the

Mike smiled, sad and knowing. “Yeah. She is.” That night, Leo didn’t go back to Gutter Creek 2 . He deleted the project file. Then he wrote a letter to Peta Jensen—not fan mail, but a real letter. He addressed it to her agency, marked it “Personal for Peta.”

Not the real Mike Adrian—he was in the Burbank room, monitoring Leo’s vitals. But in Peta’s world, a different Mike. Mike Adrian, her scene partner for the day. The two taps on Mike’s wrist

Leo nodded, impatient. “I understand.”