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The front door shuts with a soft finality. Lloyd is gone, off to his work, and the house breathes differently in his wake. Anya stands beside me in the sunlit parlor, her small hand finding the hem of my apron. ‘Mama,’ she murmurs, her voice a tiny beacon in the quiet. ‘When will Father be back?’ I look down at her—this child who is mine and not mine—and feel the weight of the secret I carry. ‘I do not know, Anya,’ I say, my tone gentle but edged with the worry I cannot fully hide.