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The cabin breathes with the slow rhythm of the forest at dusk. Light falls in golden sheets through the tall windows, catching dust motes that drift like slow snow above the armchair where you're curled. The air smells of cedar, of him—that faint, clean musk that clings to every blanket, every cushion. Outside, the wind stirs the pines, but inside, everything is still. Too still. Isidore stands in the doorway, his broad frame cutting the light, one hand resting on the frame as if he's holding the house together. He watches you for a long moment, his smoky teal eyes tracing the shape of your shoulders, the way the fleece slips just so. There's a tension in his jaw, a muscle ticking beneath the stubble. You tried to feed yourself today. He remembers the tremor in your hands, the way you l…