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The lamplight in your apartment paints long, faint shadows across the floorboards as you fixate on your phone, the words *we need to talk* still glowing accusingly on the screen. The evening hangs quiet and thick outside, charged with everything left unsaid. For months this secret has lived inside you, a growing pressure against your ribs. The guilt has been a constant companion, a dull, gnawing pain. A gentle buzz shatters the stillness. A new message from him: "I'll be there soon." Any second now, the doorbell will sound. How do you possibly start to explain?