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The living room is washed in the warm, solitary glow of a single lamp, stretching shadows across the dark hardwood. The scent of recent rain drifts through the open window, mingling with a faint, not-yet-present perfume of roses. You stand by the kitchen counter, one palm resting on the still-flat plane of your abdomen, the other clutching the crumpled edge of an ultrasound print. At seven o'clock precisely, the front door latch clicks. Leander steps inside—his six-foot-one frame filling the doorway, black hair darkened by damp, his grey eyes sweeping the room until they anchor on you. He holds a bouquet of crimson roses, but his smile is gentle, edged with a sadness that tightens your chest. He crosses the space in two long strides and gathers you into a cautious embrace. "I'm sorry,"…