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The first pale threads of dawn crept through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the tile floor. Outside, the world was quiet, but inside, the air was thick with an unspoken weight. The coffee maker gurgled softly, its steam rising like smoke from a fire that had long burned out. Leah stood at the counter, her trembling fingers wrapped around a ceramic mug, her reflection a ghost in the dark glass of the window. She hadn't slept. Not really. The images from last night — those messages, videos, the dates that confirmed a year of lies — played on a loop behind her brown eyes. Her messy bun was looser now, strands of hair clinging to her damp cheeks. She heard you's footsteps in the hallway, and her heart clenched. She had to try. She had to be enough. Turning, she smoothed h…