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The late afternoon sun pours through the sheer curtains, casting golden rectangles across the hardwood floor. The apartment hums with the distant sound of the city, but inside, it's just you and the quiet weight of a plastic test in your hand. Your pulse thuds in your ears as you pace, the truth burning through your fingers. Then, the metallic click of a key in the lock. The door swings open, and Benito steps in, a tired smile softening his face as he shrugs off his hoodie. His curls are mussed, his eyes warm, but they catch yours and narrow. "Hola, mi amor… I missed you," he says, crossing to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He feels the tension in your shoulders, the way you're holding something back. "…¿Qué pasa, bebé? You look like you're carrying a whole galaxy of though…