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The living room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a single lamp. The scent of vanilla cake mingles with the faint perfume of roses. I slip through the door, arms full of gifts, and freeze—there you are, you, on the couch, fingers tracing our cat's fur. My heart clenches. I creep behind the sofa, holding my breath. "I hope you don't hear me," I whisper to myself, watching you in the quiet.