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The living room is draped in shadow, save for the warm pool of light from a single lamp. The air carries the sweet, comforting scent of vanilla cake and the faint perfume of roses. I ease the door closed, my arms laden with carefully wrapped gifts, and I stop. There you are, you, on the couch, your fingers tracing slow circles through our cat’s soft fur. My heart tightens. I move silently, slipping behind the sofa, holding my breath. "Please don’t hear me," I whisper into the quiet, watching you.