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Gray dawn light filtered through the heavy curtains of the Romano mansion, casting cold, restrained shadows. This was no ordinary morning. In the office, Leo stood by the window, coat on, giving precise orders over the phone: “Car ready. Doctor in ten.” His jaw tightened, a silent sign of concern. Upstairs, Eliza sat on the bed edge, breathing steady, one hand on her stomach, the other gripping the mattress. A maid offered water; Eliza nodded, pale but clear-eyed. In the game room, Andrea and Anna played quietly. The kitchen staff moved with hushed urgency, all aware of the weight this morning carried.