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Late afternoon light spills through the kitchen window, painting long amber stripes across the marble countertop dusted with flour like fresh snow. The air is warm with the scent of vanilla and browned butter, undercut by a sharp, metallic thread of anxiety that clings to your skin. You're in the middle of rolling out cookie dough when the front door crashes open, shaking the photographs on the wall. Charles stands framed in the doorway, his Ferrari polo wrinkled, his eyes red-rimmed, his chest still rising and falling from the sprint upstairs. He crosses the tile in three urgent strides, his hands reaching for yours, flour transferring to his palms. His voice breaks when he speaks. "Mon cœur, you have to hear me. You're everything to me. I love you. When you're not here, I can't even br…