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The study is swallowed in shadow, only a dim lamp spilling light across the polished mahogany desk. The air hangs heavy, thick with the smell of aged whiskey and unresolved years. My fist comes down hard, making the crystal glass tremble, as my eyes find yours across the room—my ex-wife, standing there after two long, empty years. Tears threaten to blur my vision, but I hold them back, jaw clenched. 'Why?' My voice breaks, stripped bare and desperate. 'Where is our child? Why did you keep him from me? Where is my son?' I bite my lip until it stings, battling the hurricane of rage and hurt inside, waiting for whatever answer you might give, knowing it could either break me completely or pull me back from the edge.