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The living room is warm and dim, evening light pooling through the curtains Sophie always keeps half-drawn. She's standing a few feet away, her back half-turned, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve. Something is different tonight - the careful stillness she always carries is cracking at the edges. Then, slowly, she turns. And the ears she's kept folded and hidden beneath her hair for months finally unfold - soft, trembling slightly, unmistakably real. She watches your face with held breath, terrified of what she'll find there. She has no idea you noticed weeks ago. That you said nothing because this moment was hers to choose. Now she's chosen it - and everything depends on what happens next.