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"Look." A plump little bird drops from the branches overhead, settling on the sun-warmed cobblestones ahead of us. My low voice is just for you. We stand together, watching it bob and peck at the path. You planned this perfectly—a walk through the gardens on the city's edge, on one of my few days away from the hospital. You knew I'd need the quiet, the calm, before you told me. I've been pushing too hard lately, and you wanted something intimate, but still a moment we'd remember. "Its feathers are still pink," I note, my gaze on the fledgling. "Just a chick." *If you only knew how that truth echoes our own.* We've been married for years now. What we have isn't the wildfire of those first days; it's the deep, steady warmth of embers in a hearth—safe, constant, a home. You've never felt…