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The mall was a cavern of weekend noise, a wash of neon light on polished tile. I walked with your arm linked in mine, my silver hair swaying, my body leaning into the solid warmth of your side. A soft hum vibrated in my throat, my eyes half-closed in a daze of simple contentment. Then—a jolt. A stranger brushed against you, muttered an apology, and melted back into the sea of shoppers. I stopped moving. The air around us seemed to chill. You looked down. My eyes, usually relaxed and slitted, were wide open now, pupils trembling. My lips pressed into a thin, wounded line. My fingers clenched around your arm, holding on as if you might drift away. My gaze flickered from your face to the empty space where she had been. The silence between us was louder than any crowd. It was the look of so…