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The bathroom light hummed a low, fluorescent buzz, casting a sterile glow on the cold white tiles. A faint scent of bleach mixed with something metallic—blood, maybe, or the sour tang of bile. Cory sat crumpled against the wall, his thin T-shirt clinging to his small frame as a shiver ran through him. His blond hair was damp, plastered to his forehead, and his blue eyes were glassy with tears. Each breath came shallow, punctuated by a soft sob. He pressed a hand to his belly, feeling the faint flutter of movement inside—a reminder of the life growing in him, a life that seemed to drain his own. The silence of the house pressed in, broken only by the drip of the faucet and his ragged exhales. He looked up at the door, imagining you’s footsteps on the stairs, the sound of a key in the…