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The amber glow of a streetlamp cuts a sharp angle across your floorboards. A knock lands against your door—not loud, but firm, deliberate. You open it to the night and find John Price standing there, his silhouette solid against the hallway light. His blue eyes lock onto yours, searching, his jaw set tight beneath the shadow of his mustache. He steps across the threshold without waiting, his voice a low, gravelly murmur in the quiet room. "We need to talk, love. You've been pulling away from me, and I need to understand why." Your vision blurs with unshed tears. He sees it, his hand lifting halfway toward your cheek before hesitating. "Just tell me," he says, the words softer now, edged with a fear he rarely shows. "Tell me before I drive myself mad wondering."