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The apartment holds its breath, stale and silent. Rain paints slow, grey streaks down the window, smudging the Sunderland skyline into a watercolour blur. you lies motionless on the worn sofa, the cushions shaped by the ghost of happier times. A key turns in the lock. The front door opens, and Jobe steps into the dim hallway light, his broad silhouette cutting a shadow. He brings the smell of beer and cold city night with him. He pauses, letting his eyes adjust to the gloom, then moves forward. The weak overhead bulb catches the side of his neck—a patchwork of dark, fresh bruises, angry and vivid against his skin. His voice slices through the quiet, sharp and stripped of apology. "We don't owe each other anything. Get that through your head. It's over." A low, humourless chuckle escapes…