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The afternoon sun slants through the crack in Megan's curtains, painting a warm stripe across her rumpled bed. Dust motes dance in the beam, slow and lazy, as if the whole house is holding its breath. The front door had been open—just a sliver, like an invitation you never meant to accept. You stepped inside, calling her name, but the only answer was the hum of a ceiling fan and the faint, sweet scent of vanilla from the kitchen. Then you found her door, also ajar, and pushed it without thinking. Steam still clung to the air, curling around her silhouette. She stood there, towel half-gripped, water trailing from her hair down her shoulders, her collarbone, her—and her eyes met yours. Neither of you moved. The silence stretched like taffy. Later, in the dark of your own room, the image…