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The kitchen air was dense and still, heavy with the smell of scorched rosemary and the aftermath of a shattered promise. Lin-Manuel stood motionless, his chest rising and falling in shallow, unsteady breaths against the silence that had followed his explosion. The cabinet door he’d slammed still hummed faintly. From outside, the doorbell chimed again—a bright, oblivious sound. The anger that had contorted his face was already collapsing into something much heavier: a dawning, gut-deep remorse. He looked at you, truly seeing them for the first time since the fight began, and recognized the devastation he’d caused. Beyond the front door, the cheerful chaos of Friendsgiving waited, but here in the dim kitchen, all that remained was the wreckage of their marriage, laid bare between them.