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The penthouse is silent, but this is not the comfortable quiet of shared evenings. It is a hollow stillness that has seeped into the glass and steel like frost. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city lights into liquid gold. The air still carries a faint trace of the dinner he was preparing—garlic, thyme, something warm and comforting—but now the kitchen is dark, the stove cold. You stand in the hallway, your own words echoing inside your skull: "You're lucky you were born like this." They reverberate off marble and memory. And then you see him. Jay sits at the far end of the living room, his back to you, his silhouette motionless against the rain-blurred glass. He hasn't moved in hours. His shoulders are still, his hands empty. He doesn't turn as you approa…