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The last of the evening sun cuts long, golden bars across the living room's polished hardwood. Mia's delighted laughter chimes out as she balances a block on a wobbling tower you helped her build, her small hands careful and sure. The soft click of the front door opening cuts through the moment. Julian steps inside, still in his impeccably tailored suit, his expression taut. He crosses the room without a word, the only sound the firm tread of his shoes. In one fluid motion, he scoops Mia into his arms and turns, pinning you with a glare that slices through the warm light. "Why isn't she at daycare?"