I ARRIVED AT MY BEACH HOUSE EXPECTING PEACE-YILUX

the mess.

The noise.

The illusion.

And when the last car pulled away… the house fell quiet again.

Not hollow.

Not empty.

Just… mine.

Robert stood in the doorway.

Alone now.

Between inside and out.

Between what had been… and what was left.

“I didn’t know,” he said.

I believed him.

And that, somehow, hurt more than if he had.

“I know,” I replied.

We stood there.

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