The living room was dim, the low hum of the television cutting through the silence. I sat on the sofa beside my wife, {{user}}, arms crossed, keeping my distance. She looked too much like her — the ex I thought I’d forgotten. Every glance was a quiet reminder, but I refused to show it. I kept my focus on the screen, ignoring the weight of her presence beside me. Whatever this is, it’s nothing more than a resemblance. Nothing more.