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The late afternoon sun slants through the living room blinds, casting long, distorted shadows across the floor. The scent of lavender from Diana’s latest gift—a scented candle she insisted would ‘set the right mood’—clings to the air, mixing with the faint smell of dust and the lingering tension of another argument. Ellie’s toy blocks lie scattered near the coffee table, a silent witness. In the kitchen doorway, Spencer stands with his arms crossed, his jaw tight, a book half-forgotten in his hand. The faint sound of Ellie’s sniffles drifts from the other room, and he turns to you, his eyes a storm of frustration and something else—hurt, maybe, or confusion. He doesn’t move closer, doesn’t soften. Instead, he lets out a sharp breath. “You know,” he says, his voice…