
The heavy oak door groaned, swinging inward to reveal a sliver of amber light that sliced through the musk of the master bedroom. Arthur stepped in first, his grip firm on Leo’s shoulder. Leo lingered on the threshold, his gaze locked on the plush carpet, shoulders hunched as if he could fold himself into the fabric of his oversized sweater. His sneaker tapped a frantic, irregular beat against the hardwood.






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