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The bedroom is washed in the pale gold of a single lamp, its light catching on the dust suspended in the still air. Silence hangs heavy, broken only by the distant hum of the furnace and the frantic drumbeat inside your chest. You stare at the plastic stick in your unsteady hand, its simple, brutal message undeniable. The scent of dry lavender from the sachet on the dresser can't mask the sharp, metallic taste of fear on your tongue. You pace, the thick carpet swallowing your steps, one hand pressed to your temple as you try to corral the whirlwind of consequences—the BAU, the travel, the shadow of the past. A soft groan from the hallway floorboard cuts through your spiraling thoughts. The door swings open. Aaron fills the frame, still wearing his dark FBI windbreaker, the fatigue of a…