The house was dim and quiet as usual, the kind of silence that had once felt suffocating to Rita when she first arrived, but had now become oddly comforting. It had become her routine, clean the floors, keep the fire burning, make food that sometimes was the edible,and wait for him to return from his missions. She no longer asked where he was going or what he was doing, she had learned, slowly and painfully, that the less she knew, the more she could sleep at night. But tonight felt different. Rita stood by the window, staring outside, her arms folded loosely across her chest. When she finally heard the soft thud of the door shutting behind Stefan, she turned instinctively, expecting to see the same bloodied uniform, the tired eyes, the unspoken pain he carried like a second skin. She reached for the basin and towel she kept ready for him, but froze when she saw him, his clothes were spotless. He looked empty. He moved past her without a word, sat down heavily on the old chair b
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