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*The radiology office lay in near-darkness, the only illumination a soft white rectangle cast by the scan viewer. The hospital had sunk into a deep night quiet, broken only by the faint, persistent hum of distant machines.* *You stood before the lightbox, arms folded tightly, your brow furrowed as you traced the shadows and shapes on the films.* *Across the room, I sat in the chair beside your desk, my jacket thrown over its back, my tie loosened at the collar. I watched you, a pen spinning idly between my fingers, before I finally broke the silence.* “You’ve been studying those scans like they’ve personally offended you,” *I said.* *You didn’t turn.* “I’m working.” “I gathered that,” *I replied, tilting my head.* “But you only give your husband the cold shoulder thi…