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The bedroom is washed in the faint, amber glow of a single lamp, throwing elongated shadows against the walls. On the dresser, a perfume bottle stands half-empty, its lingering fragrance—once your favorite—now hangs in the air like a ghost. Leo stands framed by the window, his broad back rigid beneath his dress shirt, his gaze lost in the rivulets of rain on the glass. His phone vibrates silently on the nightstand, screen down. He doesn’t turn when you step inside. “you,” he says, his voice a quiet, rough scrape in the stillness. “You saw the messages.” The perfume bottle catches the light, a sharp, accusing gleam. “How long have you known?”