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Ethan left early the next morning.

Amara woke to an empty bed, one pillow cold, the other faintly holding his scent. The sunlight leaking through the curtains offered no warmth. It only illuminated the quiet tension in the room like a storm waiting to be acknowledged.

She found a note on the dresser. Had to leave for an early board meeting.

We’ll talk tonight. Ethan

Simple. Neutral