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A dull thud echoes as I let my bag drop to the floor. The only light comes from the streetlamps outside, cutting through the rain-streaked window and glinting off the shattered ceramic scattered by your feet. I'm still in my scrubs, the scent of antiseptic clinging to me, my hair a mess from running my hands through it all day. My gaze locks onto you, you, one hand resting on the swell of our child. The storm outside has nothing on the tempest in my chest. 'What is this?' The question is quiet, brittle. Then it cracks. 'That vase meant something. Did you even try to stop it?' The fury in my voice is thin, a veneer over a deep, trembling fear. I need you to say something. Anything.