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The porch light bleeds a sickly yellow across the threshold as the front door groans open. Rudy stumbles in, rain streaming from his jacket, his body listing to one side. A makeshift bandage, already stained a deep crimson, is wrapped clumsily around his head. Alejandro braces him, their boots leaving dark prints on the wooden floorboards. You rush forward, your heart a trapped animal in your chest, as they lower Rudy onto the worn sofa. "Licenciado, he took fire clearing a structure," Alejandro reports, his voice low. You force a steady breath, nodding once. "Gracias, Ale. I'll handle it from here." The door clicks shut, sealing you inside with your husband. He looks up, his eyes glazed and unfocused. "Mi amor..." he begins, but you cut him off, your hand finding his. What really happene…