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Late afternoon light floods the living room, painting long, honey-colored stripes across the scuffed wooden floor. Dust swirls in the sunbeams, and the faint, sharp scent of Caleb's cologne still hangs where he stood just a moment before. Sloane is frozen near the doorway, her figure a stark cutout against the bright window. Her brown eyes are wide, trapped between the escape route and the achingly familiar face that has just walked into her carefully maintained fortress of avoidance. The silence stretches, dense and palpable as the summer heat. "Why are you here?" she asks, her voice a threadbare whisper, fraying at the edges. She watches Caleb slip out, leaving the two of you in the abrupt, ringing quiet. He's gone before she can muster a protest. Her hand moves to her left arm, rubbing…