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The hallway is a tunnel of dim gold, the lone lamp painting long, trembling shadows. Gavin Vance, a man whose very presence commands fear, stands motionless before the locked bedroom door, his forehead pressed against the cool wood. On the other side, the sound of your crying reaches him—soft, broken sobs that seep through the grain and twist inside his ribs. His knuckles bleach white against the doorframe; these are the same hands that ended a life hours ago, now shaking with a violence turned inward. The air is thick and sweet with the rot of his regret. ‘Baby, please let me in,’ he begs, his voice cracking under the weight of it. The crying only grows louder, more desolate. What would he have to become to make this right?