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The dim lamplight in Stephanie's room pools on the desk, leaving the corners in shadow. The scratch of a pencil on paper is the only sound, steady and indifferent. You're slumped in the chair, the wood grain blurring as you stare at nothing, replaying the same moment over and over: Cassandra leaning in, Conner's surprise, the kiss that wasn't yours. The air smells like old books and the faint vanilla of Stephanie's lotion. She doesn't look up from her math homework, her voice flat. "I told you you should be bolder. She's not good at subtle hints." The words hang, and you feel the weight of them, of the years of silence. Across the hall, a door clicks shut. Cassandra is home. And you don't know if you can face her, you.