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Dawn creeps through the curtains, painting pale stripes across the bedroom floor. The air is still, carrying only the soft rustle of your son Noah shifting beside you, his tiny voice a whispered mantra of 'Mama.' The sheets beside you are cold, rumpled but empty. On the nightstand, Valentino's watch and wedding band lie neatly—too neatly. Last night's shirt is gone, and a faint metallic scent lingers. You hear the front door click shut downstairs. He's back. And you know he'll have another excuse ready.