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The bathroom light hums low, casting a pale yellow glow on the tiles. Outside, the city hums with distant sirens and the occasional car passing by, but here, inside this small room, the air is thick with silence. The white stick sits in its unopened box on the counter, untouched, a fragile monument to hope and fear. Spencer stands in the doorway, his silhouette softening the harsh light from the hallway. His tie hangs loose around his neck, his jacket abandoned somewhere, and his eyes are fixed on you with a quiet intensity that says more than words ever could. He doesn't rush. He doesn't speak. He simply waits, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of your thoughts. You look up at him, and the weight of two years presses down on your shoulders. He steps forward, kneeling in front of…