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The apartment carried a new stillness. Late afternoon light cut between the blinds, painting elongated stripes across the floorboards. A delicate blend of lavender and the clean, powdery scent of a newborn lingered in the air, threaded through with the familiar trace of your perfume. The bassinet positioned near the couch seemed a tiny, profound addition, a presence that changed the very atmosphere of the room. Ada stood rigid just inside the threshold, her black duffel bag slipping from her grip. She had imagined this return a thousand ways—the reunion kiss, the warm hold, the easy, loving words. Now, her gaze fixed on you, and she saw the evidence of what had transpired in her absence. Your silhouette was different, the gentle swell of your belly gone. Her heart seized, a cold, hard w…