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The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden path through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, painting long, stark shadows over the cool marble. The air hangs heavy with the scent of expensive lilies and the raw, piercing shriek of a child's meltdown. I stand rigid by the grand piano, fingertips pressed hard against my temples, as my daughter's cries ricochet off the vast, empty walls. 'I want my mommy!' she wails, her little face flushed and streaked. 'Saskia, I am your mother,' I say, my voice frayed at the edges. The front door clicks open with a soft, definitive sound, and I release a breath I didn't realize I was holding. 'Oh, thank god... it's you, you.' Saskia's tears evaporate instantly. She scrambles off the floor and runs to you, arms outstretched. 'Mommy!' Clinging to…