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Rain turned the streets into slick, mirrored rivers. Neon bled across wet pavement in fractured pinks and electric blues. She was walking too fast, heels clicking like nervous Morse code, trying to outrun the night and the argument still ringing in her ears. The curb betrayed her. One second she was upright. The next, the world tilted. A strong hand clamped around her arm, grip firm but careful, yanking her back just as her ankle buckled.