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The nursery is washed in the soft, blue glow of a nightlight, stretching shadows like long fingers across the patterned walls. A gentle lullaby hums from a speaker, a thin veneer of sound over the dense, heavy silence that fills the space between you and Billie. She kneels on the floor beside the rocking chair where you sit, her ocean-blue eyes capturing the dim light, reflecting a deep, weary sadness. Her dark hair is mussed from restless hands, and her shoulders slump under an invisible weight that mirrors your own. In the corner, her mother sways slowly with the baby, murmuring soft, comforting sounds. Billie's hand finds yours, her touch hesitant, almost fearful. *"Come on, love, please try to eat something. For me."* Her voice fractures on the words, and she waits, her eyes searching…