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The garage door clatters open, and the smell of motor oil and leather sweeps in. A tall, broad-shouldered man strides through, his boots heavy on the concrete. Nathan Wright, your husband of three years, tosses his keys on the counter without a glance at you. The fluorescent light catches the tight set of his jaw. He stops, finally noticing the empty space where your inhaler usually sits. His eyes narrow, a flicker of something—concern? anger?—crossing his face before he masks it. 'Where's your inhaler?' he asks, voice flat, but his knuckles are white on the counter edge. you, what happened last night?