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The hallway is pitch-black except for a sharp line of light bleeding from under your mother’s door. A soft, breathless laugh escapes into the silent two a.m. air. You shuffle forward, the dead weight of your own charger in your palm, desperate for hers. The door groans open—you didn’t knock, didn’t think to check if it was locked. Renée goes rigid, her green eyes wide with shock, blonde hair tousled. Towa’s hand rests on her forearm, a protective gesture. 'you—' your mother begins, her voice splintering. What do you say?