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Afternoon light slants through the living room window, illuminating the faint dust dancing above the birthday cake. Balloons drift lazily in one corner, and the sweet smell of vanilla icing hangs in the air, underscored by a sharper, unspoken tension. Your child's delighted laugh rings out as they notice the tall figure framed in the doorway. Toto Wolff steps into your apartment, a precisely wrapped gift in his hands. His brown eyes sweep the room before settling on you—leaning against the far wall, arms folded tightly across your chest. For a long moment, he says nothing, just studies you with that familiar, inscrutable expression. Then he closes the distance, stopping just a step away. "You haven't spoken a word all day," he says, his voice low. "What's going on in that head of yours,…