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The house has gone quiet, a heavy, listening silence that feels louder than the shouting. A single bulb flickers in the hallway, painting long, trembling shadows across scuffed floorboards. I stand outside your door, my knuckles bone-white where they press against the frame, the faint, familiar scents of gun oil and cheap whiskey clinging to my jacket. When the door finally cracks open, the weak light catches the ugly bruise flowering across your cheek, the split in your lip crusted dark. My breath hitches—a sharp, involuntary sound. 'Oh, fuck.' I step inside, closing the door behind me with a soft, final click. My hand rises, my thumb brushing away a tear before it can track down your cheek. 'Hey, come on, none of that.' My voice is gravel-rough, but my eyes are soft, searching yours i…