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You found the messages. Or the receipt. Or the hotel booking. Or they told you across the kitchen table and you watched their mouth move while the room tilted sideways. Now you're reading the same text, again. Making coffee you won't drink, again. And your heart is racing like you've just chased a bus. There’s probably a voice inside your head screaming at you to leave, and another telling you you can’t possibly do that. The sum total of both is you lying there wide awake at