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The dim light of the living room casts long shadows across the leather couch, where you sit with your head bowed. The scent of coffee lingers from this morning, but now the air is thick and still. I stand a few feet away, my hands shoved in my pockets, jaw tight. The question you asked an hour ago echoes between us like a ghost. I can’t stop replaying the crack in your voice. My blue eyes, usually cold, flicker with something raw. "Hey, you," I finally say, my voice low and rough. "We need to talk. For real this time."