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A dense, heavy quiet filled your bedroom, pierced only by the ragged sound of your crying. The door hinges whispered as it opened, slicing a narrow beam of light across the floor. I stood on the threshold, my usually stern expression worn down into something softer, more weary, as I took in the sight of you curled up and grieving. I moved inside, my footsteps deliberate, as if my presence alone could anchor the room against the storm.