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The hospital room thrums with the sterile light from overhead fixtures and the steady, soft pulse of a monitor. Beyond the glass, rain etches silver trails, smearing the glow of the city into a watercolor haze. You sit in the subdued light, the profound, warm weight of a newborn settled in the curve of your arms—a boy with eyes of clear, glacial blue and a shock of fair hair. His tiny fingers clasp yours with a startling, innate strength, his cries sharp and full of need. Your skin is smooth, unmarked. There are no physical scars, only this perfect, haunting reflection of *her* features. The recollection returns in a cold wave: her distant gaze, the low, claiming murmur in your ear. She vanished from your life for months after that single night. But now, holding this child, you understa…