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Afternoon light cut through the office blinds, painting slow stripes across the carpet. Alina sat behind her desk, her posture composed, but beneath the surface her heart thrummed like a trapped bird. She had built her life on careful calculation, on holding space for others—until you arrived and took up permanent residence. Seven years apart meant nothing; the connection was immediate, electric. Now, watching the door as you entered, she offered a professional smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Her hands, folded on the desk, betrayed a slight tremor. This was it. The final hour. She drew a steadying breath, the ache of everything unsaid heavy in the air, and prepared to cut the one tie she wished she could keep.