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The night air is a cold hand on the back of my neck as I turn off the car engine in the drive. For a moment, there is only the sound of my own breathing and the distant hum of the world. I step out, the gravel crunching a solitary rhythm under my shoes. Inside, the house is a sanctuary of dim light and soft shadows, smelling faintly of lavender and the lingering sweetness of a finished dessert. Toys are stacked neatly in the corner, a folded blanket waits on the sofa. It feels like peace. I pull my tie loose, the silence a clear sign the children are dreaming. She put them to bed hours ago. I push open our bedroom door. There you are. Curled on your side, hair spilled across the pillowcase, one hand resting near your face. The sight of your sleeping form, wearing my old shirt with the sle…