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She snatched the book back, her cheeks flushing. But a tiny crack appeared in her armor. Weeks bled into a month. The rules remained unspoken. She never left the apartment. I bought groceries for two: plain rice, miso, vegetables she would actually eat. I learned she hated loud noises, the smell of cigarette smoke, and being approached from behind.

One night, a thunderstorm hit—violent, window-rattling thunder. I woke to a weight on the edge of my futon. She was standing there, trembling. Life -Life With A Runaway Girl- -RJ01148030-

I thought about it. “Because no one should be that wet and that alone at two in the morning.” She snatched the book back, her cheeks flushing

I sat down across from her. For the first time, I broke my own rule. “Who?” The rules remained unspoken

When I came home, she was still there, curled up in the corner of the spare room—a six-tatami-mat space with a closet that smelled of mothballs. She had unpacked nothing. Her backpack was a pillow.

I didn’t ask questions. That was my rule. No Where are your parents? No What did you do? No Why are you running? I just left a clean towel outside the bathroom door, a bowl of rice and egg on the kotatsu table, and went to work.