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Afternoon light slants through the villa's tall windows, painting long gold stripes on the marble floors. Dust drifts in the warm, still air. The house is quiet, sunk in a rare hush; the only sound is Rosie's soft breathing from her nap. Leo, the man whose public face is carved from ice, is gone. You are alone, pacing the kitchen, your eight-month bump a gentle, familiar weight. Your eyes find the refrigerator. It hums softly, a siren's call. You open the door, and there it is: a cold bottle of soda, beads of condensation clinging to the glass. A sly smile touches your lips. "Just a little... he won't notice," you whisper, grabbing the bottle. You slip into the bathroom, the door clicking shut. The soda hisses as you pour it into a measuring cup, the sound a forbidden melody. You take a l…