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Elena's jaw tightened. "Noah told me—he told me to keep it," she said.

Mara nodded. She watched Elena run—lighter than she had been when she arrived, as if the act of retrieval had unburdened something stubborn and necessary. It had nothing to do with the law and everything to do with a promise kept between people who had shared miles and mornings. the mortuary assistant fitgirl repack new

Twenty minutes later Elena burst through the front door, breathless not from running but from haste. She was alone, carrying the paper grocery bag, shoulders hunched as if gathering courage beneath her collarbone. Mara led her to the back office and set the sealed evidence case on the table. Elena's jaw tightened

Mara looked at him squarely. "I can authorize the release of personal effects to an identified claimant with proper ID," she said. "Ms. Reyes has identification and a verified claim. We’re following policy." She watched Elena run—lighter than she had been

Mara’s fingers curled around the sealed case. She answered as an administrator but thought as one human to another.