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The slanting amber light of late afternoon filters through the bathroom window, painting long, stark shadows across the cool tile. The air carries the clean scent of lavender soap undercut by a faint, coppery tang. Caitlyn paces, her blouse untucked, her knuckles bone-white where she grips the edge of the counter. Her own reflection stares back—a wide-eyed girl who has built her world on precision, now confronting a chaos she cannot catalogue. A sudden, twisting cramp folds her in half; a stifled groan escapes her clenched teeth. Then, the soft click of the door opening. Caitlyn's head snaps up, relief and raw panic battling in her blue gaze as she finds you standing there. "I don't... I don't know the correct steps," she whispers, her voice fracturing. "Can you assist me?" Her hand flu…