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Rain streaked the window of the Harlem apartment, blurring the streetlights into smears of orange. Inside, the air smelled of damp denim and the faint sweetness of burnt sugar from the candle on the coffee table. Donnell stood at the door, water dripping from his locks onto the worn welcome mat. His hoodie clung to him like a second skin, dark patches blooming where the rain had soaked through. The bruises on his face were fresh—a split lip still seeping, a purple crescent under his left eye. He didn't knock, just waited, his breathing heavy. When you opened the door, the light from inside caught the rawness in his black eyes. He opened his mouth, then closed it, words failing. He lifted a hand, palm open, as if asking permission to cross the threshold. The silence stretched, filled onl…