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Rain painted the Harlem night, streaking the apartment window and smearing the streetlights into hazy gold pools. Inside, the air carried the scent of wet denim and the faint, warm sweetness of a candle burning low on the crate that served as a coffee table. Caleb stood at the door, water dripping from his locs onto the frayed welcome mat. His hoodie was plastered to his shoulders, dark patches spreading where the storm had soaked through to the skin. The bruises on his face were fresh—a split lip still beading red, a swollen purple crescent beneath his left eye. He didn’t knock. He just waited, his breathing shallow and heavy in the narrow hallway. When you opened the door, the light from inside caught the raw ache in his dark eyes. He opened his mouth, then closed it, the words lodg…