The silence Dexter left behind was thick enough to press against the walls.The apartment was completely silent.But strangely, underneath the grief and guilt, there was a thin, fragile line of calm. One that felt like certainty.Her heart was racing, but her mind was steady in a way it had not been in months. And even though the situation was heartbreaking, it was also necessary.She could no longer keep living half-truths.Not anymore.So, that night, she packed her clothes, toiletries, chargers, and all the little things that made a place feel lived in, moving carefully, almost reverently, as if she were handling something fragile and sacred.Every so often, she would stop and breathe through the fact of what she was doing.This was insane.This was real.This was happening.But she refused to dwell too long on the shape of the decision, because if she did, fear might catch up with her and make her stop.So she kept moving, folding, zipping, stacking, until the suitcase stood by th
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