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He heard the clink of a coffee mug. And then, for the first time all night, silence. Not the angry, lonely kind. The kind that just needed someone to sit with it for a while.

David watched, confused. Doing what? Packing? The chat on the side of the screen scrolled in a frantic blur.

Five minutes later, the live stream ended. The silver locket lay back in the ceramic dish on his dresser. And at 12:31 AM, the front door creaked open. Mysonsgf Jenny

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David didn't go downstairs. He just listened to the soft footsteps cross the foyer, pause at the bottom of the stairs, and then continue—not up to Liam’s room, but into the kitchen. He heard the clink of a coffee mug

The screen flickered to life. Jenny was in what looked like a closet, a tight space wallpapered in a faded rose print. Her blonde hair was piled in a messy bun, and her eyes, even through the compression of a live stream, were wide and glossy.

She slipped the chain over her head. The locket settled against her collarbone, glinting in the dim light. For a moment, she looked like a child playing dress-up. Then her expression hardened. The kind that just needed someone to sit with it for a while

She held up a small, familiar object. A silver locket. David’s blood went cold. It was his late wife’s. The one he kept in the ceramic dish on his dresser. The one he’d shown Liam last week, telling him the story of how he’d given it to her the day they’d found out they were pregnant with him.