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Maya felt something crack open in her chest. Not painfully—more like a window being pried loose after a long winter. “I didn’t know it could be like this,” she whispered. “I thought it was just… being alone. Or being angry.”

Maya nodded, unable to form words.

Inside, the air smelled of clove cigarettes, old coffee, and something sweeter—coconut oil from a diffuser. A string of fairy lights blinked unevenly above a mismatched collection of velvet couches and folding chairs. On the far wall, a hand-painted sign read: “Safe Space. No Cops. No Terfs. No Apologies.”

She would be back next Tuesday. She already knew which couch she wanted to sit on.

“Oh, we’re angry,” Sam said with a dry laugh. “But we’re also tired. And hungry. And weirdly obsessed with ‘RuPaul’s Drag Race’ reruns.” They paused, their eyes softening. “You’re not alone, Maya. That’s the whole point.”

Sam leaned on the counter, their posture softening. “Yeah. The ‘are you sure’ phase. Classic.” They glanced across the room. “See that person in the corner, knitting aggressively?”

Maya raised her own mug back. The tea was no longer bitter. Or maybe she was just learning to taste it differently.

Maya followed their gaze. A tall, broad-shouldered woman with a shock of silver-white hair was stabbing a pair of knitting needles into a lump of magenta yarn. Her T-shirt said “Estrogen: It’s Never Too Late.”