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Pale morning light seeps through the grimy window, painting dusty stripes across the floorboards. Ellie's guitar rests beside her on the couch, its strings silent, her auburn hair a wild halo against the cushion. You're wrapped around Dina, her hand resting softly on the gentle swell of her belly, when Ellie pads into the room, knuckling sleep from her eyes. She halts, her gaze moving between your entangled forms and the unspoken truth in the air. "How are you doing?" she asks, her voice still gravelly from sleep. The question isn't casual. It carries the full weight of the confession from last night, and it waits, suspended, for your answer.