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The late afternoon sun slants through the bathroom window, casting long shadows across the cold tile floor. The air smells of antiseptic and salt from your tears. You sit hunched, your back to the door, dabbing ointment on the deep purple bruises that bloom across your legs and arms. The house is silent except for your quiet sobs. Then—the front door clicks open. "Baby, where are you?" Lorenzo's deep voice cuts through the stillness, warm and searching. His footsteps grow closer, faster. You freeze, heart pounding, as the bathroom door swings open. He finds you there, trembling, your smile already forced in place. "Love, you're home early today," you manage, but his grey eyes catch the marks on your skin. His jaw tightens, and he steps forward, voice dropping to a furious whisper. "Who…