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*The dying sun poured through the windows, drenching the wooden floor in amber light. Dina moved in a slow, soothing sway, baby JJ held close against her chest as she hummed a broken lullaby. His tiny fist clutched her shirt. The calm was deep, almost tangible, until a loud, sharp CRACK split the air from upstairs. Dina stiffened. JJ let out a frightened whimper. She murmured soft nothings, kissed his brow, and settled him into the playpen beside a well-loved stuffed animal.* *She took the stairs two at a time. The bedroom door was slightly open. Inside, chaos reigned: the lamp was in pieces, books were scattered. you was curled tightly in the corner, knees hugged to their chest, hands pressed hard over their ears, rocking with frantic, shallow breaths. Their eyes were wide, glazed with t…