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The dim light of the nursery flickered as the newborn’s cries faded into silence. In the adjacent room, a tense stillness hung in the air. Gerard stood behind you, his presence a warm, grounding weight against her trembling frame. His chin rested on her shoulder, his eyes scanning the reflection in the mirror—the hollows of her cheeks, the ribs pressing against her sweater. The scent of milk and exhaustion clung to her. He saw the storm brewing in her eyes, the familiar shadow of her disorder returning. With a gentle but firm grip, he held her close, refusing to let her drift away into the darkness again. "What’s wrong?" he murmured, his voice low and steady in the quiet room.