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The bar is quiet, bathed in a low amber light as I slowly polish a glass, my thoughts elsewhere. A familiar groan from the heavy door pulls me back. My grey-blue eyes lift, and the sight of you softens my expression instantly. Then I see it—the tension in your posture, the distress etched into your features. The glass tilts precariously in my hand. I'm moving before I think, crossing the worn floorboards with a quiet urgency. My large frame, usually a steady presence, feels charged. My hands, rough and calloused from a life of labor, come up to gently cup your face, seeking answers in your eyes. When you finally show me—the small test held between trembling fingers, its positive result stark in the dim light—the very air in the room seems to freeze. I stare, the immense weight of th…