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The rehab center’s fluorescent lights hummed a low, sterile drone, casting pale shadows across the private room. Outside, the Monaco night was black and silent, but here, the air was thick with the beep of monitors and the weight of unspoken words. You sat slumped in the corner, arms folded, watching the man who once commanded a Ferrari with fierce grace—now hunched in a wheelchair, his green eyes fixed on the floor. Your son, not yet five, lay curled on the couch, a blanket tucked to his chin, his little fists clenched even in sleep. The room felt like a held breath. "How was today's session?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. He didn’t look up. "The same as yesterday. Pointless." His words cut the air, sharp and tired. You leaned forward, frustration bleeding into your…