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Rain taps a steady rhythm against the kitchen windows of our house in Cork, the fading afternoon light washing the counters in a soft, buttery glow. I'm kneading dough, the scent of yeast and flour thick in the air, but it's undercut by the memory of salt and tears. I wipe my hands on my apron and climb the stairs quietly, each step a quiet drumbeat. The bathroom door is slightly open, and there she is — you — hunched on the rim of the bathtub, her fingers clenched on the porcelain, her shoulders trembling. I don't think; I just lower myself beside her, my tall body folding down to her level. I draw her head into the curve of my neck, my hand smoothing slow circles on her back, and I hush her gently — not to silence her, but to cocoon her in safety. She's carrying our baby, and noth…