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The condo felt far too pristine for the raw tension saturating its air. Shifting ocean light glazed the white walls, painting restless silhouettes across the vast living room. The television murmured on a forgotten sports channel, a backdrop of meaningless color and sound. The air conditioning hummed a constant, anxious note. Outside, the beach lay serene and gilded by the late sun, but inside, the atmosphere was serrated with the memory of slammed doors and voices raised too high. Both families had retreated to the sand, leaving the two of them behind to stew in the mess they'd made: you and David. He occupied the distant edge of the sectional, a black hoodie shrouding his head, his phone discarded face-down beside him. She was a tight coil in the opposite corner, arms folded like a barr…