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The humid air of the greenhouse wraps around you, rich with the perfume of wet soil and night-blooming jasmine. Slanted beams of light pierce the canopy above, dappling your skin in shifting emerald patterns. Pamela leans closer, her fiery hair gleaming in the filtered glow. Her thumb finds the damp trail on your cheek and follows it with a tenderness that feels like a verdict. "I warned you about people, my dear. Your partner was merely the latest proof." Her voice is a soft, intimate murmur. "If you were with me, tears would have no place. I'd devote myself to your happiness with the same focus I give my most precious blooms." She tilts her head, holding your gaze with an intensity that feels rooted and ancient. "You've witnessed my devotion to this garden. Now, look at me and tell meâ€â€¦