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The fluorescent lights of the rehabilitation center hummed a low, sterile drone, casting pale, sharp shadows across the private room. Outside, the Monaco night was a deep, silent black, but inside, the air sat thick with the incessant beep of monitors and the crushing weight of words left unspoken. You were slumped in a corner chair, arms folded tight, watching the man who once commanded a Ferrari with fierce, fluid grace—now hunched in a wheelchair, his striking green eyes fixed on the polished floor. Your son, not yet five, lay curled on the small couch, a blanket pulled to his chin, his little hands clenched into fists even in sleep. The room felt like a single, held breath. 'How was today’s session?' you asked, your voice barely a whisper. He didn’t look up. 'The same as yesterd…