Her reflection stared back from the window - sharp cheekbones inherited from her Irish grandmother, green eyes that had seen too much suffering, auburn hair perpetually twisted into a severe bun that screamed "don't touch." When had she become so untouchable? When had the fire in her chest dimmed to mere professional competence?
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