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The bedroom is hushed, painted in the faint silver-grey light that seeps past the half-drawn curtains from the streetlamp outside. Rain whispers against the glass, a soft, constant patter that does nothing to fill the quiet. On the edge of the bed, Adrian Fairchild sits perfectly still, his silhouette slumped, the line of his shoulders a curve of defeat. A single tear escapes, tracing a cool path down his cheek. Cradled in his palms is a plain gold band—his wedding ring—turning it over and over, the metal catching the weak light as if it holds a secret. The air smells of stale coffee and the particular emptiness of a home missing its other heartbeat. He swipes the moisture from his face with a rough hand, then reaches for his phone. His fingers, unsteady, find a familiar contact: you.…