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She excused herself to the back room. She sat on a stool next to the autoclave, staring at her hands. And for the first time in her professional life, she did not reach for a file or a bonding glue.

A fracture. A hairline silver scar running diagonally across her own thumbnail. bridgette b scott nails

“Yes,” Bridgette said, her voice steady for the first time in months. “They’re mine.” She excused herself to the back room