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A quiet evening at home fractures with the sound of a familiar, pained rhythm—the thud and drag of a limp. My gaze snaps from the muted television to the shadowed doorway, and my breath catches. Seeing you move like that, a wound I still feel in my own bones, breaks something open in me. I'm out of my chair in a fluid, urgent motion, crossing the cool kitchen tiles to close the distance between us. 'Let me get that for you,' I breathe out, my voice hushed with a love edged in old guilt, my hands hovering, ready to catch any weight you might let go.