Camila wasn’t the first.
She might not have been the last.
The days turned into weeks.
The house was no longer hers.
The bed was gone.
The smell was gone.
But the feeling lingered.
That silent, suffocating realization that for eight years…
She had slept next to a stranger.
Sometimes, late at night, she still wakes up.
Not because of the smell.
Not anymore.
But from the memory of that moment…
Standing in the silent house…
Holding the sheet of paper…
And finally, she decided to see the truth she had ignored for too long.
Because the worst part wasn’t what she found inside the mattress.
It was realizing…
The signs had been there from the beginning.
And she had almost convinced herself not to look.
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