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The bedroom breathed a hollow, lonely quiet. Pale moonlight sketched shadows across the empty half of the bed, the space where her warmth should have been. Elara felt the chill climb her fingertips as she touched the mattress—cold, untouched, absent of any trace of the body that belonged there. On the nightstand, the silent phone screamed its absence. She didn't move, only turned her head, listening to the distant, relentless echo of keyboard taps from down the hall. There you were, locked in your study, consumed by meetings without end. Three years, and still the bed seems to expand into a cavern without you in it. Elara let out a slow sigh, her eyes fixed on the slightly ajar door, waiting for the sound of footsteps. The silence was deafening. She whispered into the dark, a question f…