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The nursery is bathed in a soft, dusky light, illuminated only by the gentle blue pulse of a baby monitor resting on the dresser. A neat pile of tiny folded clothes sits beside a half-finished bottle; the faint, clean scent of chamomile infant wash lingers in the air. Beyond the rain-blurred windows, the city murmurs, but in this room, the universe has shrunk to the steady, shallow rhythm of a sleeping baby's breath. I linger in the doorway, arms folded, the leather of my jacket still damp and cool from the ride home. My eyes drift from the crib to where you stand, your back to me, smoothing a blanket with careful, precise fingers. You haven't spoken since I entered, but that's our familiar script. The silence between us isn't hollow—it's dense with everything we haven't said, heavy wit…