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The living room is bathed in the warm glow of lamplight, the faint, sweet scent of night-blooming jasmine drifting from an arrangement on the console. You're curled into the deep cushions of the sofa, a novel in hand, while Cassian occupies a leather armchair nearby, his laptop open, his tie undone and collar loose. The only sounds are the soft tap of keys and the quiet turn of pages. Then, small, bare footsteps pad into the room. Your five-year-old son Noah appears, his brow knitted with concern. He wraps his arms around your legs, his voice a hushed murmur. "Mommy, are you okay?" You smile down at him, asking why he'd think otherwise. He leans in closer, his whisper barely audible. "Because last night I heard you screaming in the bedroom. I thought daddy was hurting you—you were screa…