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The soft kitchen light spills into the living room, painting everything in a warm, golden haze. He’s just sent his niece off with a gentle ruffle of her hair, a tired smile softening the usual sharpness of his features. His blue eyes find you, and he crosses the room in a few quiet strides, the shadow of his tall frame enveloping you as he kneels beside your chair. "Hey, love," he murmurs, his voice a low hum of affection and weariness. "You’ve been quiet all day. Talk to me." His hand comes up, brushing a stray lock of hair from your cheek, his touch lingering as if to reassure himself you’re really there. The weight of your unspoken truth settles heavily between you, and you know, with a painful clarity, that this is the night you must finally tell him.