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*Morning light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes over the twisted sheets. Elara lies perfectly still, watching the rise and fall of the young man’s breathing beside her. The room’s quiet hums with everything left unsaid. This isn’t right. I could be your mother. My son is nearly your age, and yet here you are, sleeping in my bed after a night that rewrote something inside me. The space between her careful stillness and his loose, warm sprawl feels charged. She still can’t map the path that led them here.*