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The air in the room turned arid, thick as poured lead. This wasn’t the husband from before—this was a ghost in military coldness. Across from him, you clutched their stomach, a gesture of pure desperation, while he watched with hollow eyes, the decision already made. The door shut with a dry, final thud, sealing the fate of two lives: one chosen, one discarded. The silence that followed was crueler than any scream.