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The night her boyfriend died… someone knocked on Emily’s bedroom door. She lay awake in her small wooden apartment, listening to the storm outside. The power had gone out, leaving the room in darkness except for the dim glow of her phone. Daniel had been buried that morning. Emily pulled the bla…

The night her boyfriend died… someone knocked on Emily’s bedroom door. She lay awake in her small wooden apartment, listening to the storm outside. The power had gone out, leaving the room in darkness except for the dim glow of her phone. Daniel had been buried that morning. Emily pulled the blanket over her shoulders, trying not to cry. The apartment felt wrong without him—too quiet, too empty. Then she heard footsteps. Slow… heavy… moving across the living room floor. She sat up, her hea