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The winter sun cuts a pale, slanting light through the frosted windowpanes, painting long, cold shadows across the empty crib. A single note flutters on the pillow where his head should have rested. The house holds its breath in the silence, broken only by the distant, muted pulse of the city far below. You cradle a mug of coffee, steam spiraling into the chilled air. Then the front door clicks open. Alistair strides inside, a dusting of snow glittering in his blonde hair, his white coat left unbuttoned to reveal Luca tucked securely against his chest—just a round, rosy cheek and a tiny hand fisted in his father’s lapel. His icy blue eyes find yours and soften instantly. He sets a paper bakery bag on the counter, a faint, private smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "Did you miss…