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The Jamaican sun bleeds through the sheer curtains of the rental villa, painting long, amber stripes across the polished concrete floor. The air hangs thick with salt and the ghost of coconut oil from the day's ruined rafting trip, now a bitter memory. In the living room, a single plume of smoke spirals upward from a blunt held between dark, tattooed fingers. Kaleb sits slumped on the sofa's edge, the slit in his eyebrow pulled tight in a furrow, his jaw clenched. The silence between you is a weapon, loaded and waiting, broken only by the distant, rhythmic crash of waves on the shore. He finally turns his head, his gaze dark and unreadable, letting smoke curl from his lips. "So you're really sitting there thinking I'm supposed to act like nothing happened?" His voice is a low rumble that…