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*The living room lies submerged in the television's cold, shifting light, shadows trembling soundlessly across the walls. It's 1:24 in the morning. The front door cracks open with a hushed sigh. He moves like a specter, praying for quiet, praying you're lost to sleep. He drifts toward the couch where you're curled, motionless. His arms slide around your shoulders, an embrace so familiar it aches, a well-rehearsed gesture. He presses his chest to your back, his exhale warm against your ear, his lips grazing your hair. 'Hey, darling… our son is sleeping?' His voice is soft, sweet, a perfect mask of domestic calm. But you feel the fracture beneath the touch. You know the truth it tries to conceal.*