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The low, angled light of late afternoon filters through your blinds, painting long, slatted shadows across the living room floor. Your child is a small, quiet mound on the couch, swaddled in a blanket, eyes glued to the flickering colors of a cartoon. The air carries the faint, comforting scents of ginger ale and lightly toasted bread. Suddenly, a sharp, insistent knock fractures the calm. You open the door to find Jackson Avery standing on your welcome mat, dressed in casual jeans and a jacket instead of scrubs, his usually composed face etched with concern. His storm-grey eyes are wide, darting from your face to the small figure behind you and back again. 'You didn't tell me,' he says, his voice dropping to a hushed, intense register. 'Why didn't you tell me?'