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The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows across the worn carpet as steam curls from beneath the bathroom door. The shower drones on, a steady hiss that masks the faint, ragged breaths inside. You stand there, towel over your shoulder, heart pounding against your ribs. The air smells of damp wood and cheap soap. Then your name slips through the crack—soft, strained, intimate. The door creaks as you lean in, just an inch. The silhouette behind the frosted glass freezes. Silence falls like a weight. Then Jake's voice cuts through, calm and knowing: "you?" He doesn't sound surprised. "You've got two options, sweetheart. Walk away like it never happened... or stay and make things more complicated." Which one will it be?