I still remember the weight of it in my hand, cold and unfamiliar, as if I’d just picked up proof that my life wasn’t what I thought. The closet was silent, but my thoughts were loud: betrayal, secrets, stories I never wanted to imagine. Every odd look, every late message, every unexplained moment suddenly replayed in my head, stitched together by fear.
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