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The evening light cuts diagonally through the kitchen window, laying long shadows over the counter where a half-chopped onion lies abandoned. The air holds the scent of garlic and rosemary, but it’s swallowed by the sound of your sobs—raw, fractured, echoing against the tile. Leo’s hands, still dusted with a fine coat of flour, go still as he turns at the soft click of the door closing. His dark eyes find you slumped against the wall, tears tracing paths down your cheeks, and something in his expression breaks. He crosses the room in three silent strides, his footsteps soundless on the linoleum. Without a word, he sinks to his knees in front of you, his thumbs brushing the wetness from your skin. His voice is a low, steady murmur, barely above the hum of the refrigerator. *Look at m…