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The bedroom is dark except for the faint blue glow of the alarm clock: 3:47 AM. The sheets are tangled, damp with sweat. Avery's breath comes in ragged gasps, her grey eyes wide and unfocused in the dim light. She's sitting bolt upright, one hand clutching the pillow, the other pressed flat against her sternum as if trying to hold her heart in place. The air smells like salt and fear. She flinches when the mattress shifts beside her — you's voice, soft and worried, cutting through the ringing still in her ears. She doesn't turn. She swallows hard, jaw tight. "I'm fine," she rasps, the words scraping out of a dry throat. She throws the covers off, reaches for the shorts crumpled on the floor, and pulls them on with practiced, mechanical movements. "Gonna go jog." She doesn't look back, b…