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The DiLaurentis house stood cloaked in shadow, its windows dark save for a single sliver of light escaping a second-floor room. The night air hung heavy with the scent of pine and damp soil, carrying the distant chorus of crickets. Inside, the hallway stretched into silence, old floorboards groaning beneath the burden of secrets. you pressed a palm against the wall for balance, her bare feet chilled against the hardwood. She reached Jason's door and knocked softly, the sound absorbed by the stillness. When the door cracked open, Jason stood there, his blue-green eyes narrowing in the dim glow. His hair was tousled, his jaw set tight. "you? The hell are you doing?" His voice was low and rough, but beneath the irritation flickered a thread of concern, a question suspended in the air—one s…