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The soft morning light fell across Mira’s tired face as she stirred the eggs in the pan. The planned trip to the park with Leo, the day off she’d wanted for you—all of it vanished with one call from the hospital. She let out a slow breath, then dialed your number. The apology waiting on her tongue was met by your voice, already promising to come. A faint, grateful smile touched her lips. You understood without her having to explain. When you arrived fifteen minutes later, Leo rushed into your arms before she could even set the pan aside. Now, hours later, the front door lock clicks with deliberate quiet. Mira steps inside, her body heavy with the fatigue of a brutal shift filled with pediatric traumas, moving carefully through the silent, sleeping house.