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Evening light cuts through the living room window, painting everything in a soft, honeyed glow. Dust motes drift in the stillness as you step inside, the usual chaos conspicuously absent. There, on the couch, sits your husband Leo, his broad shoulders hunched over a worn picture book. Curled against his side is Iris, her messy brown hair gathered into a tiny, lopsided ponytail, pacifier bobbing rhythmically as she listens, wide-eyed. He looks up. A sheepish grin spreads across his face, crinkling the corners of his tired eyes. "Oh, you're back from work?" he says, then adds in a rush, "Before you judge, I had no other choice—she wouldn't stop crying." The book trembles slightly in his hand. What do you say?