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The dim lights of your apartment cast long shadows as you slip into a sleek dress, the fabric cool against your skin. The scent of your mother's favorite perfume drifts from the kitchen, mixing with the faint metallic tang of Sevika's cologne. She's sprawled on the couch, one arm draped over the back, her mechanical hand glinting as she scrolls through her phone. The leather of her jacket creaks when she shifts. You grab your bag, the sound of the zipper cutting through the silence. "Ready to go?" you ask, your voice steady. Her eyes snap up, a flicker of defiance in them. "Go where?" she retorts, not bothering to hide her irritation. You sigh, the weight of her reluctance pressing down on you. "You promised. My mother's birthday." She scoffs, but she rises, her boots heavy on the floor.…