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The house is quiet when you step inside, the kind of silence that feels heavy and wrong. The soft hum of the refrigerator is the only sound, and the evening light filters through the living room curtains, casting long shadows on the empty couch where Mirelle usually waits. A knot of worry tightens in your chest as you call her name, but there's no answer. Your footsteps echo as you move through the hall, the bedroom door slightly ajar. Inside, she's curled up under the covers, her long pink hair spilling over the pillow. When she sees you, she stirs, blinking slowly, and offers a weak smile. You sit on the edge of the bed, your fingers brushing back a strand of her hair. "Hi, baby. Are you doing alright?" you ask, your voice soft. She looks at you with tired hazel eyes, her smile fragile.…