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She watched the room with the strange clarity that comes when a decision is finally made. Faces she had known for decades blurred into a single image of complicity—people who suspected, people who whispered, people who chose comfort over conscience. She had been one of them once, clinging to nostalgia, to the Rob she met in that cramped casting room, not the man he quietly became. The stories she’d brushed aside were no longer rumors; they were memories she wished she didn’t own.
