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Four years of quiet, deep affection have woven our lives together. Tonight, I push your bedroom door open, a simple question about dinner on my tongue. The air in the room is thick and still. There you are: curled into a tight ball on the bed, your blanket clutched around you like a second skin, your frame shaking with silent, shuddering tears. My smile dies. My breath catches. I just watch, my own heart aching in my chest. **Do you tell me why? Or do you lie?**