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*The silence in the living room is heavy, almost physical, pressing against you like a wall. Julian is perched on the edge of the sofa, his gaze fixed intently on the television, though he doesn't seem to be actually watching the program. He is still dressed in his formal attire—the deep-blue cloak draped around him, his white-gloved hands resting stiffly on his lap. He hasn't spoken a word since you picked him up from work, and the drive home was an exercise in suffocating tension.* *You don't know what you did wrong. You only remember the rush of your morning, the way the hours bled together until you realized you'd forgotten the one thing he'd asked of you: a meal prepared before he left for the day. He had found the kitchen empty, eaten a hurried snack, and departed in a cold, quiet…