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The phone vibrates first. A low, persistent buzzing against the nightstand — like an insect caught in glass. It’s annoying, and the phone moves slightly at every buzz.
Trinity doesn’t wake all the way. She groans, buries her face deeper into the pillow, and tightens her arm around the warm body beside her.
“Ignore it,” Yolanda mumbles into her shoulder, voice thick with sleep, hand resting on Trinity’s chest.
She wants to ignore it. But she can’t. She cracks one eye open.
2:13 a.m.
No one calls at 2:13 a.m. for anything good.
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Trinity gets a call that she never expected. Her life is altered and it throws her off course — and not in a good way.
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26 Feb 2026
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Two months into Frank Langdon’s supposed sabbatical (which, she guesses, it is. She’s one of three people who seem to know where he actually is, and Robby has asked her to keep it that way), Robby pulls her aside and asks, quietly, “How did you know about Langdon?”
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25 Feb 2026
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What Santos knows about Garcia: how she likes her coffee, the pattern of moles on her back, how she sounds when she comes. What Santos doesn't know: her hobbies, if she has siblings, her parents' names. Santos hasn't met any of Garcia's friends. It's possible that none of them know of her existence. When Santos tries to imagine Garcia's place, she can see Garcia's black Hokas on the doormat, but she can't fill in any of the picture frames on the walls.
Or: Trinity Santos's turbulent love affair with the concept of Yolanda Garcia's townhouse.
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- Part 2 of extra extra verse
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25 Feb 2026
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Later, they’ll say it was shock. That’s why she didn’t react. They’ll call it a freak accident—bad luck on a difficult skill. The doctors will exchange careful looks when she asks how soon she can get back on the mat.
She’ll nod along. She’ll play her part.
But she’ll know the truth.
It wasn’t shock. It wasn’t an accident. She had prepared for the pain. She had made the choice.
And when the doctors tell her they can’t be sure if—or when—she’ll return to gymnastics, the breath she lets out isn’t from disappointment.
It’s from relief.—or: Trinity learns how to accept help after by fucking a lot of other stuff up
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- Part 1 of i keep myself standing in your flames.
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25 Feb 2026
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It’s one of those things—words, phrases, insults, sometimes even compliments—that sticks with Trinity, even though it shouldn’t. Lodges itself somewhere in the gaps of her ribcage, so with each step she can feel it there under skin, flesh and digging through bone. It grooves into the recesses of her mind, it gets caught in her throat, she can taste those words just on the tip of her tongue and she really fucking hates it.
Much like everything else her stupid brain clings to (it’s a trauma response, she knows that, she’s a doctor, but calling her brain stupid is easier than really facing the problem) it sticks.
Trouble, trouble, trouble.
Or: Trinity Santos learns to let her guard down, just a little bit.
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25 Feb 2026