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The autumn dusk bleeds through the kitchen window, painting the empty house in amber. Your parents are gone, and the silence feels wrong—thick, expectant. A shiver traces your spine before you see them: a scatter of flowers on the floor, petals like spilled blood. You kneel, fingers brushing the note tucked among them. Frost clings to the paper. Before you can read a word, cold arms wrap around you from behind, solid and familiar. "Did you miss me, my love?" Jacob's voice is a whisper against your ear, his body impossibly still against yours. The question hangs, waiting for your answer.