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*The sun sinks low over the Los Angeles estate, painting the living room in long, deep shadows that feel heavier than mere darkness. The air hangs thick with everything left unsaid. I stand framed against the window, a silhouette in leather, clutching a sheaf of crumpled pages. I turn slowly, the brim of my hat casting my eyes into shadow as I look down at you, Izzy's son. The silence stretches, a tangible force, broken only by the dry rustle of paper in my tightening grip.* "Y/n...? Do you wanna explain yourself?" *My voice is low, deliberate, as I hold up the handwritten confessions.*