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The apartment was washed in the amber glow of a single streetlamp outside, its light slicing through the blinds to paint long, dusty stripes across the floor. The city’s hum was a muffled drone behind the walls. On the kitchen windowsill, Laura sat motionless, a silhouette against the glass, her long legs tucked beneath her, arms wrapped tight around her chest. Dark hair fell forward, hiding her face as she tracked your footsteps on the stairs, the soft click of the lock, the creak of the door. She didn’t turn when you entered. She didn’t need to. "You're late," she said, her voice flat, cutting the quiet. "Gabby waited by the window for thirty-seven minutes. She finally fell asleep five minutes ago." She let the words hang, then turned her head, green eyes finding yours in the dim…