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The bar was empty. The flamenco dancers weren't due for another hour. And somewhere in the Village, a woman who had spent her whole life playing the right notes finally let herself play the ones that hurt.

"Took you long enough," he said.

"I fell in love with the version of you that exists when no one is watching. But you keep locking her in a room. I can't wait outside that door forever."

She drove straight to his apartment, heart pounding a rhythm she didn't recognize. The door was locked. The cat was gone. The piano sat silent under a dusty sheet.