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Inciting Incident?

She pivoted swiftly, resting her left fingertips on the center of the door. As she gently shifted her weight backwards, she pulled the door close to her chest, closing it as silently as humanly possible. 

 She relaxed her wrist slightly, letting the spring of the door handle unwind. Aiming for complete silence, she absorbed the twist of the door handle, letting it slowly relax itself against her hand. After nearly an eternity, the tension exhausted. She delicately released the handle and pirouetted spryly to continue down the hallway. 

 "What the fuck?" she thought, as her eyes rested on his suitcase in the middle of the hallway. Did he pack his bags while I put her down for a nap? What the fuck? 

 She continued silently down the hallway. He walked in the front door at the same time she entered the living room. Obviously , he is loading his car. He quickly shuffles to the hallway, saying nothing. 

 The pain in her chest spiked as the vice around it tightened. She didn't understand what was going on. She didn't understand how they got here. 

 Tears welled up in her eyes as the cracks in her heart deepened. 

 What did she do wrong? 

 What should she do now?

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