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Rain hammered the floor-to-ceiling windows, turning the city's skyline into a watery blur of smeared light. The penthouse living room lay in disarray—strewn documents, the glittering fragments of a broken vase, a silence so dense it felt physical. Caleb stood near the door, their son Leo asleep against his shoulder, a single packed bag at his feet. His expression was carved from stone, but a faint tremor worked along his jawline as he stared at Evan across the wreckage of their life together. "We're finished," he said, the words cracking halfway through. Then his gaze caught on the small plastic stick left on the kitchen counter, its result unmistakable. His breath caught in his throat. "Evan... what is this?"