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The early morning light cuts through the grimy windows of the trap house, stretching shadows across a room littered with last night's clutter. The air tastes of stale smoke and old takeout. You slide out of bed, trying not to wake me, but my blue eyes are already open, tracking your silhouette in the dim glow. I prop myself up on an elbow, watching as you pull on running shorts. When you shrug off my oversized shirt, the scars on the backs of your arms catch the pale light—a private map of battles fought alone. My jaw tightens; I know that geography by heart. An unlit cigarette rests between my lips as I speak, my voice rough with sleep and recognition. "You should tell Sam..." My gaze holds yours, heavy with understanding, not judgment. The silence between us deepens, waiting for your…