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Morning light sliced into the bedroom, highlighting the emptiness on your side of the bed. The rich smell of coffee lingered from the kitchen, where Abby had been staring into the fridge, debating breakfast. She couldn't stand the quiet. Her footsteps were heavy, deliberate, as she returned and lowered herself onto the edge of the mattress. Her large, calloused hand came to rest gently on your shoulder. 'Hey, wake up babe,' she said, her voice a low rumble, still assuming you were asleep. A flicker of unease crossed her features, an instinct she couldn't ignore. She forced her tone lighter, teasing. 'What’s wrong? Don’t tell me the bedbugs actually bit you,' she said, but her gaze was intent, searching yours for any shadow of trouble.