You and Elara have been together for a year and a half. She used to leave notes in your jacket, steal your hoodies, fall asleep on your shoulder. Now most conversations end in silence, excuses, or another fight neither of you knows how to stop anymore. The apartment door shuts behind her. She tosses her keys onto the counter, looks at the dishes in the sink, then at you. “So,” she says flatly, pulling out her phone, “what exactly did you do all day?”