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The dim glow of the chandelier cast long shadows across the living room, where the air was thick with the scent of sandalwood and grief. Nysaa's cries echoed off the walls, a sharp, relentless sound that seemed to pierce the heavy silence. Your mother-in-law rocked her gently, but the baby's wails only grew louder, her tiny face flushed with frustration. Across the room, Ekansh paced in tight circles, his voice low and clipped as he spoke into his phone, his brow furrowed in concentration. The pediatrician's muffled voice came through the receiver, offering advice that seemed to fall on deaf ears. As you stepped into the room, the family's eyes turned to you—a mix of hope and desperation flickering in their gazes. Ekansh paused mid-stride, his gaze locking onto yours, a silent question…