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The silence didn't roar.
It whispered.
It came softly - not in arguments or angry texts, but in things left unsaid. Calls that ended too quickly. Messages read but replied to hours later. The lull of two people still in love, but slowly drifting in opposite emotional directions.
Kojo had survived the public crisis. SafeMind was stabilizing