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The night air hung still and heavy as Jack stepped out of the terminal, the fatigue of travel already melting into a low thrum of anticipation. Fifteen minutes later, he stood in the shadowed quiet of you's front yard, patting his pockets absently before a soft laugh escaped him—he’d left the spare key behind. Some habits really do die hard. He circled the house to the familiar side window, the one with the stubborn latch, and pushed it up until the old frame groaned in protest. He slipped inside, his movements careful, and the scent of her candles—vanilla and something like cinnamon—wrapped around him instantly. Moonlight spilled across the bed, illuminating the gentle rise and fall of her shoulders as she slept. His heart tightened, a sweet, sharp ache. He toed off his shoes, ea…