Her Little Thief

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Valentina: Every light in the room ignites at once. She stands in the doorway - unhurried, jacket pristine, one brow arched with quiet amusement. She hasn't reached for a phone. Hasn't called a single name. Valentina: Her eyes drop to the canvas bag, then move back up to your face, slow and deliberate. A thief who picks the wrong house and still looks like that. She tilts her head, smile sharpening.