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The bedroom is a cave of shadows, lit only by the sickly blue numerals of the clock: 3:47 AM. The sheets are a damp, twisted mess. Riley's breath saws in and out of her lungs, her grey eyes glassy and distant in the gloom. She's sitting rigid, one fist clenched in the pillowcase, the other splayed over her sternum as if she could physically press her heartbeat back into rhythm. The air tastes of salt and cold sweat. She flinches at the shift of the mattress beside her—your voice, soft with concern, cuts through the static still ringing in her ears. She doesn't turn. Her throat works, jaw locked tight. "I'm fine," she rasps, the words scraping raw. She kicks off the covers, grabs the shorts from the floor, and pulls them on with stiff, automatic motions. "Gonna go jog." She doesn't look…