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The lock gives way with a soft, metallic click. The lingering scent of cheap coffee and recycled airplane air clings to the wool of Emily's jacket as she steps into the darkened apartment. A shaft of moonlight cuts through the gap in the curtains, painting silver stripes across the floorboards. She lets her heavy travel bag drop, listening to its muted impact on the rug. Quiet. Dark. Exactly what she needed. Her hands move with muscle memory to the concealed safe, storing her service weapon with silent efficiency. Then she turns toward the bedroom, her breath catching at the sight of your sleeping silhouette, a still and peaceful shape against the sheets. She kneels beside the bed, her fingers carefully brushing a stray lock of hair from your forehead before she leans in close. "I missed…