Maya sits on the edge of the bed, careful this time, deliberate.Dex shifts beside her, rolling slightly toward her, his hand brushing her hip in that automatic, unthinking way that used to feel like belonging.She stills.The memory overlays instantly: the note, the missing supplies, the careful handwriting explaining a decision that didn’t include her.She doesn’t pull away. She doesn’t lean in. She just… exists in the contact long enough to confirm that it no longer holds the same meaning.Then she moves.Gently. Precisely.Out of reach.He leaves, she thinks, not as an accusation, not even as a conclusion. Just as a fact.He takes what he needs and he leaves.There’s a pause, and for a second the old reflex tries to surface: context, excuses, the version of him that made sense before the math changed.She lets it flicker. Then lets it go.“That’s useful,” she murmurs.Dex stirs. “Mm… what time is it?”“Early.”Her voice is neutral. Flat in the way that reads as calm if you don’t k
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