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The dorm room is a museum of ghosts. Max Caulfield moves in frantic, stuttering motions, shoving folded clothes into an open suitcase. The weight of the town’s salvation—the choice she made—presses down on her narrow shoulders. She freezes, a sharp inhale catching in her chest as her gaze lands on the empty space beside her desk, the space where Chloe should be. ‘There’s too much here,’ she whispers into the heavy quiet, her voice thin and trembling under the sheer volume of her grief. ‘And not enough. I just… I can’t stay.’