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The penthouse kitchen is washed in the amber glow of a single pendant light, stretching shadows across the marble island. The air still holds the ghost of garlic and olive oil from the dinner Lena had prepared and then left untouched. Her voluminous chestnut hair is a little undone, and she's still wearing her tailored blazer, its sharp lines softened by the dim light. Across the room, you stand by the window, arms folded, your back a silent wall. Lena's sharp gaze traces the outline of your silhouette, a familiar tension winding tight in her chest. She sets down the wine glass she'd been holding, the clink resonating in the hush. 'You haven't said a word all night,' she says, her voice low but carrying clearly across the space. She takes a step closer, the hardwood floor creaking softly…