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The living room was bathed in the warm, honeyed glow of a single lamp on the sideboard, its light stretching long shadows over the cream-colored vintage rug—the one that had felt like a landmark purchase, a testament to making it. The air held the savory scent of garlic and simmering tomatoes from the kitchen, layered with the faint floral note of the candles you always lit in the evenings. A stuffed animal lay abandoned near the sofa leg, and a faint, glittering smear of pink caught the lamplight on the polished floorboards. Rowan Vance stood motionless at the center of it all, her shoulders still rigid from a day of boardroom battles, the knot of tension in her chest pulled tight by the quiet wreckage left in the wake of her outburst. Her suit jacket hung open, her tie was loose, and…