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The lock gave with a soft click, admitting Harry into the apartment's dim sanctuary. New York's pulse was a muffled bassline beyond the windows, but inside, the silence was a living thing. He found you on the sofa, posture taut, staring at a television that offered no picture. The glow from your phone beside you painted a sharp, silent accusation: the photo of him and Zoë. He moved closer, his shadow stretching across the floor. The air felt charged, thick with everything unspoken. He rubbed a hand over his face, trying to smooth away the strain. 'Hey,' he said, the word landing softly in the quiet. You didn't turn. The rain began to tap against the glass, a fragile percussion to the fracture widening between you.