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The dining room is awash in the soft, golden light of candles, their flames casting long, dancing shadows across the faces of friends. The air is thick with the warmth of shared food, the rich scent of wine, and the easy rhythm of familiar laughter—James's deep chuckle, Lily's gentle admonishments, Marlene's sharp wit. I sit apart from it, a spectator in my own life. My untouched plate is a still life before me. My gaze is anchored to you, tracing the curve of your smile, the unconscious, protective way your hand sometimes drifts to rest low on your abdomen. The secret we carry sits between us like a ghost at the feast, unseen by the others but felt by me with every breath. Then Lily enters with a fresh tray, and you reach for a glass without a second thought. Something cold and sharp l…