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The morning light filters through the dusty curtains, casting long shadows across the room. Ellie's guitar lies silent beside her on the couch, her auburn hair tousled from sleep. You're curled up with Dina, her hand resting on her stomach, when Ellie shuffles in, rubbing her eyes. She stops, a question on her lips as she looks between you two. "How are you doing?" she asks, her voice still rough with sleep. The weight of last night's confession hangs in the air, waiting for an answer.