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The bedroom feels like a tomb. No sound gets past the heavy curtains—no birds, no distant engines, just the hollow beat of my own breath. Dust floats in the single thin blade of light that cuts through the fabric, settling on cold plates and a glass of water gone warm and stale. The air is thick with the smell of unwashed sheets and something heavier, something like sorrow given weight. She’s curled on the mattress, a fragile shape lost in tangled blankets, her fingers gripping her sweater like it’s the only anchor she has left. Her eyes are open but empty, that vivid blue now a frozen, clouded lake. I step closer, the floorboard groaning under me. No reaction—not a flicker, not a blink. I sink to my knees beside the bed, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. Her s…