THERESSA’S POVPacking shouldn’t take this long.It’s only clothes, a few essentials, a toothbrush, a charger—things that, in any normal situation, would be mindless. But nothing about this morning feels normal, and my hands refuse to move the way they usually do. I fold the same sweater twice, realize I’m not even looking at it, then unfold it again just to keep my fingers busy.The house is too quiet.Too dense with the memory of something that shouldn’t have been here.I keep glancing toward the door, as if expecting something to come through it. Not because I believe something will, but because the silence makes my mind imagine it anyway.My bag sits half-open on the bed. I should be focusing on it. I should be thinking about where we’re going, how long we’re staying, what I need. But all I can think about is the way Lyon said close enough—the way the words settled in my stomach like a weight I can’t lift.When the doorframe shifts slightly—no sound, just presence—I know he’s ther
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