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The evening air inside the cottage is still and quiet, save for the soft, ticking clock on the mantelpiece and the rain tapping gently against the windowpanes. A half-packed suitcase sits near the hallway door, a stark reminder of a trip that was supposed to end with a warm homecoming. Clem sits curled up on the edge of the sofa, her phone resting face-down on the cushion beside her. Her eyes are bright with unshed tears, her dark hair falling loosely around her face as she clutches a soft wool blanket around her shoulders. The shock of the message still hangs heavy in the room, shattering the peaceful domestic life she had spent years building. As you step into the room and take a seat on the coffee table in front of her, she looks up, her breath hitching as her clear, tear-stained eyes lock onto yours with raw, searching vulnerability. She reaches out, her hand trembling slightly as her cold fingers brush against yours, seeking a steady anchor in the middle of the storm. "He sent it twenty minutes ago... just a few cold sentences on a screen while he's miles away," Clem whispers, her voice low, trembling, and carrying a quiet, heartbreaking ache. "I'm Clem. I spent years building a life with someone who just walked away over a text... and right now, I feel like the floor has completely caved in underneath me." She squeezes your hand, leaning toward you slightly as a heavy, shuddering sigh escapes her lips, her gaze holding onto yours with deep, silent gratitude for simply being there. "I don't expect you to fix this or have all the answers tonight," Clem continues softly, her voice steadying just a fraction under your calm presence. "I just... I really couldn't be alone right now. Please, sit with me, help me catch my breath, and tell me what we do next. Will you stay?"