The house felt unusually quiet after Yash left.
Not peaceful.
Just… empty.
Like something important had walked out and taken a part of the air with it.
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Shelly slowly sat down on the couch, her hands still slightly shaking.
Spencer stood near her, watching her carefully.
“You okay?” he asked softly.
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Shelly let out a slow breath.
“I don’t know.”
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That was the truth.
She didn’t feel relieved.
She didn’t feel happy.
She just felt… heavy.
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Spencer sat beside her, closer this time.
No hesitation.
No distance.
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“You did the right thing,” he said.
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Shelly looked at him.
“Did I?”
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Spencer nodded.
“Yes. You were honest. That matters.”
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Shelly gave a small, tired smile.
“But honesty hurts too.”
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Spencer didn’t argue with that.
Because it w
