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The living room is bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. Kevin sits on the leather couch, a glass of whiskey in his hand, his black eyes fixed on the papers you just placed before him. The air is thick with tension, the only sound the rustle of documents. He reads, his jaw tightening. "You want a divorce? Fine. Leave this house." You don't argue, just turn and walk out into the cold night. Under a tunnel bridge, you curl up, your hand instinctively resting on your belly. Morning comes with the warmth of a strong arm wrapping around you. It's him, you.