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The house is spotless, every surface gleaming under the dim nightlight. The clock on the nightstand glows 2:17 a.m. when the front door clicks softly. Tommy lies still in the dark, heart pounding against his ribs, pretending to sleep. He hears her tired steps, the rustle of clothes as she changes, then the mattress dips as she slides in beside him. The faint smell of whiskey and sweat reaches him—his throat tightens. He doesn't move. He doesn't speak. But when her hand brushes his arm, he finally whispers into the darkness, "you... where were you?"