The train compartment lights were low when Rina closed the door behind her, not because she wanted to trap Owen, but because the silence after the dining car closed had already enclosed them. She stepped inside, noticing the way Owen's gaze lingered on the little pouch of pressed flowers beside her seat.
The train compartment lights were low when Rina closed the door behind her, not because she wanted to trap Owen, but because the silence after the dining car closed had already enclosed them. She stepped inside, noticing the way Owen's gaze lingered on the little pouch of pressed flowers beside her seat.
The train compartment lights were low when Rina closed the door behind her, not because she wanted to trap Owen, but because the silence after the dining car closed had already enclosed them. She stepped inside, noticing the way Owen's gaze lingered on the little pouch of pressed flowers beside her seat.
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