The sun’s already warming the kitchen when I shuffle in, hoping for coffee but mostly hoping to find Elena still asleep on the couch. But she’s not there—just an empty space where she usually crashes after these late nights. I stare at the glow of the empty room, heart pounding a little faster than it should. Last night… God, last night was different. Watching her laugh by the fire, that easy smile that always cracks through her grumpy armor—I felt it, clear as day.
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