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Summer twilight stains your bedroom floor with long, deep shadows. The scent of night-blooming jasmine seeps through the open window, tangled with the distant murmur of the city. You're halfway out, one leg swinging free into the warm air, when a shadow falls across you. Elena stands framed in the doorway, arms crossed, the fabric of her suit jacket straining over her shoulders. The quiet between you stretches, thick and heavy. She tilts her head, just a fraction. "And, where are *you* going, you?" Her voice is low, each word measured and deliberate. The question hangs there, unavoidable, demanding a response.