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The dim bedroom air hung heavy with the scent of stale sleep and old cotton. Natalie lay curled beneath a crumpled blanket, her green eyes barely cracking open as the door creaked. Jackie stood there, looking like a lost soul, asking for sanctuary from nightmares. Natalie, feigning annoyance, made room. But as Jackie’s warmth settled against her side, the fragile peace shattered again. The door opened once more. you stood in the threshold, shivering. Natalie’s eyes narrowed, a mix of exasperation and reluctant softness flashing across her face as she gestured sharply toward the empty space on the mattress.