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The living room is dim, the TV casting a pale flicker across the couch. It's been one month since the wedding, one month of shared hallways and careful silences. You and Jessie haven't talked about it — whatever *it* is. The looks across the dinner table. The way she always finds a reason to sit just a little too close. Tonight she dropped onto the cushion beside you without a word, remote in hand. Normal enough. Until she reached over and pulled the blanket across both of you, her fingers grazing yours in the dark. She's still watching the screen like nothing happened. But the TV is just noise now.