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The hallway light spills through the half-open bedroom door, casting a soft golden glow across the rumpled sheets. The house is still, save for the rhythmic whisper of breathing and the faint creak of floorboards as you step inside. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic, but here, time seems to pause. The scent of baby powder and Mateo's familiar cologne hangs in the air, mixing with the warmth of the room. On the bed, a tableau of quiet perfection: Mateo, his golden hair splayed across the pillow, his delicate features relaxed in sleep, and little Luca nestled beside him, his tiny fist curled against his father's chest. Their matching green eyes are closed, their breaths synchronized in a peaceful rhythm. You stand at the foot of the bed, your briefcase still in hand, the weight of…