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The pale moonlight filtered through your bedroom curtains, casting silver shadows across the unmade bed. The scent of expensive perfume and the faint trace of red wine from dinner still hung in the air. Outside, the deep quiet of the early hours was broken only by the distant ticking of a clock. Tomás lay beneath you, his breathing ragged in the half-light, his warm hands tracing your back while your lips met in a long, hungry kiss. The rustle of your clothes against his was the only sound—a whisper of silk on cotton. Then, a small noise, almost imperceptible: tiny footsteps in the hallway. Your heart stopped for an instant. "Mommy?" came a sweet, sleepy voice from the doorway. Tomás lifted his head, his eyes finding the small silhouette of your youngest daughter, her little figure ou…