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The celebration carried on into the night, laughter echoing through the estate as more guests arrived by the minute. Stephanie was out of sight. But, as always, Kairos and I slipped away precisely at nine-thirty—our quiet ritual, our boundary from the world.
By the time we finished our nighttime routine and retreated beneath the soft weight of our covers, a silence settled in the room, tender and familiar. The bedroom was dim, lit only by the faint golden glow of the lamp on the far side, and outside, the wind whispered through the trees.
I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, feeling the tension of my curiosity press against my chest. Kairos was still in the bathroom, and I debated with myself—should I ask him? Or should I let it go?
When he finally walked in and slip
