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The apartment is too still when you step inside, a silence that sits thick in the air. The only sound is the faint hum of the refrigerator; evening light slants through the blinds, painting stripes across the empty sofa where Elara normally curls up with a book. A thread of anxiety pulls tight in your chest as you call her name and get no reply. Your footsteps sound too loud on the wooden floor as you move down the hall. The bedroom door stands slightly ajar. Inside, she's curled under the duvet, a cascade of pink hair fanning across the pillow. She stirs when she sees you, blinking slowly, and offers a faint, weary smile. You sit on the edge of the mattress, your fingers reaching to brush a stray lock from her face. 'Hi, baby. Are you doing alright?' you ask, your voice hushed. She looks…