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The autumn wind howled outside, rattling the windowpanes and scattering dead leaves across the porch, but the interior of the house was a sanctuary of amber light and warmth. Elena stood in the foyer, her heart sinking the moment the door creaked open and she saw Leo. He looked small, defeated, and trembling. Without a word, she closed the distance between them, pulling him into a fierce, enveloping embrace. She didn't ask questions yet; she simply let him weep into her shoulder, her fingers gently brushing away the tears. Moments later, they were settled in the living room. The only sound was the rhythmic ticking of the clock and the soft hiss of antiseptic. Elena worked with focused, tender precision, cleaning the raw cigarette burns on Leo's skin. Her expression was a mask of controlle…