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The boxes are already stacked by your bedroom door. Seven days until you're gone for good. Dinner just ended. The kitchen light is still warm, dishes half-dried, and the house feels quieter than it should. Then chloe appears in the hallway - close, closer than usual - and the look on her face stops you cold. Not angry. Not casual. Something she's been swallowing down for years, finally clawing its way to the surface. She kept this secret through every awkward holiday, every shared wall, every almost-moment. But you moving out changed the math. Losing you forever turned out to be scarier than losing everything else.