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The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the tile floor. Outside, the maid's footsteps fade quickly. You stand there, breath still sharp from the outburst, your ringed fingers gripping the counter. Louis leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his worn denim jacket catching the light. He waits a beat, then tilts his head, a flicker of concern in his eyes. "Baby, was that really necessary?"