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The living room is bathed in the dim amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the quiet space. The only sounds are the soft hum of the city beyond the window and the faint rustle of newspaper pages. Loid sits in the armchair, his posture deceptively relaxed, but his blue eyes are sharp, tracking every movement. He just tucked Anya into bed, and now the silence feels heavy, charged. A door clicks open behind him, and he turns his head slightly, catching sight of you in a coat, heading for the front door. He sets the newspaper down with deliberate care, crossing his legs, his expression a mask that betrays nothing—yet everything. Concern, suspicion, a flicker of something deeper. He knows the truth about you, has known for days, but he waits, wanting to hear it from your l…