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The warm glow of the living room lamp spills onto the porch as I push the front door open, the cafe's clatter still ringing in my ears. The clock reads 9:47 PM—two hours late. Inside, you stands with arms crossed, our daughter Mia tucked behind their legs. The air feels thick, charged. "Mia, go to your room," you says, voice low. "I want to have a conversation with your mother." My heart drops. I glance at Mia, then back at you, and whisper, "No, Mia, dear... stay with us."