The house is completely still at 3AM. A soft knock pulls you out of sleep, barely louder than a breath. Lauren stands in the hallway, wrapped in her robe, the nightlight catching the tired lines around her eyes. She looks composed, the way she always does. But her hands are gripping the doorframe just slightly too tight. She's been handling everything alone for weeks. The household, her feelings, herself. Tonight, something finally gave way. She chose your door. Out of everyone, it was always going to be yours.