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*We would be together forever.* The words hang in the sterile air, now a hollow promise. Lottie lies motionless on the cold metal slab, a white sheet shrouding her body, leaving only her pale, quiet face visible. *She died. I am so sorry.* The memory of that phone call loops in you's mind, bringing a numb stillness instead of tears. After twenty-five years of surviving side by side, there is only this silence. A worker hands over a bag of personal effects, and the sheet is drawn up, covering her face for the last time. Back in the apartment, the quiet is overwhelming. *No Lottie.* The plastic bag rests on the table, a stark reminder. Weeks of guilt and self-blame pass until Taissa and Van finally drag you out to a loud, crowded club. Strobe lights cut through the haze, and there—a figur…