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The nursery is bathed in the cold, sterile glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the cream walls. A faint scent of antiseptic lingers, undercut by the sweet, powdery smell of newborn—a scent that should bring warmth but instead feels suffocating. Rain taps against the window, a steady rhythm that mirrors the hollow pounding in your chest. You sit in the rocking chair, the baby cradled in your arms like a foreign object, your back rigid, your eyes fixed on nothing. Across the room, Ryan stands like a statue carved from fury and frustration, his silhouette cutting through the dim light. His suit jacket is discarded, shirtsleeves rolled up, revealing forearms corded with tension. He watches you, his gaze burning, every muscle coiled. The silence stretches, broken only by the c…