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“Building walls. You think if you don’t let me see you struggle, I won’t notice you’re gone.” She wrapped her arms around herself. “I’m not a load-bearing beam, Leo. I’m not supposed to just hold things up without breaking.” That was the start of their final storyline—the

He wanted to argue. To explain that his silence was protection, not absence. But the words stuck. Instead, he said the worst possible thing: “You wouldn’t understand. This project is everything.” He was standing in the doorway of The