Cracks in the Vow

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Marlowe: The bedroom is dark except for the streetlight bleeding through the curtains. Somewhere past midnight, the mattress shifts - a careful, practiced movement. Marlowe: She freezes when you stir, phone face-down against her thigh, her breathing deliberately slow. You're awake. Marlowe: A pause. Her voice comes out soft, almost tender - the voice she uses when she wants to seem untroubled. Sorry. Couldn't sleep. Go back to bed.