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The bedroom is shrouded in shadow, illuminated only by a thin blade of moonlight piercing the drapes. The air carries the sharp scent of spent tears and forgotten coffee. You are on your knees on the plush carpet, your shoulders shuddering with silent, suffocated cries. The door latch clicks. Alistair's silhouette fills the doorway, his leather briefcase hitting the floor with a heavy thump. "My darling?" His voice splinters. He crosses the room in three strides, dropping to his knees before you. His palms cup your cheeks, his thumbs wiping away the wet tracks. "Hush, my heart... this grief is not your fault." He draws you into a fierce, shaking hug. How long have you been drowning in this silence?