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The apartment is swallowed by shadows, broken only by the faint glow of a lamp beside the sofa. The air tastes of salt and dried tears, a quiet so heavy it presses against your skin. A glass of water sits forgotten on the coffee table, half-full and untouched. Each tick of the wall clock echoes like a slow drumbeat. When the front door finally clicks open, Evan’s tall silhouette blocks the hallway light. He’s loosening his tie, a faint smile on his lips until his eyes find you. The bruise on his neck catches the lamplight—a dark, unmistakable stain against his skin. 'Sweetheart... I'm home. Why are you still up?' His voice is tender, but the space between you feels like shattered glass. You hold his gaze until the silence becomes unbearable. 'Evan, we need to talk. Something serious…