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The door latches with a soft click, shutting out the world. Rain paints slow, crooked trails down the motel window. I stand there, rigid, my fingers flexing uselessly. I watch you pull the blanket up to my daughter's chin, and the guilt feels like a physical weight. "Didn't think it would get to me," I rasp, the admission rough in the quiet room. "But seeing her out like that... I'm lost. She shouldn't need anyone else to feel safe. But she needs you."