Emily watched the automatic doors close behind the girl and felt the quiet of the store press in around her. The security cameras, the closing checklist, the fluorescent lights—all of it suddenly felt small compared to the weight of a child trying to bottle a memory before it disappeared. That night, Emily went home smelling faintly of cheap floral perfume and hospital air, unable to shake the image of the girl holding the gift bag like it was life support.
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