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Pale moonlight washed across the therapy office, painting Emma's face in shades of silver and shadow. She stared at her own hands as if they belonged to a stranger, her mind trapped in the flickering light of a campfire months gone. That kiss. That stupid, public kiss with Nick. It pushed Abigail away, sent her running into the black trees. *They died because I was selfish.* 'Emma,' your voice is calm, steadying. 'It wasn't your fault.' She nods, a hollow, mechanical gesture. If she agrees, the session ends. If it ends, she can go home and be alone with the silence.