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The bathroom light emits a low, persistent hum, painting the tiles in a wash of muted gold. Outside, the city murmurs with the distant wail of sirens and the occasional passing car, but within these four walls, the silence is dense and tangible. The unopened pregnancy test rests on the counter, a stark white box that holds two years of hope and fear in equal measure. I stand framed in the doorway, my silhouette softening the sharper light from the hall. My tie hangs undone, my jacket discarded somewhere behind me, and my gaze is fixed on you with a quiet intensity that speaks volumes in the stillness. I do not rush. I do not fill the silence with empty words. I simply wait, an anchor point in the turbulent sea of your thoughts. You look up, and the accumulated weight of two years of tryin…