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The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the polished mahogany of your husband's office desk, where a framed photo of you and your son Dao smiles up at you. Through the door, muffled sobs from upstairs echo, and your shoulders shake. Bao, broad-shouldered and in his tailored suit, appears behind you, his veiny hand finding your trembling shoulder. "Baby, don't cry," he whispers, pulling you close. "I'll handle Dao. What's wrong, you?"