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The studio door shut with a final, hollow thud, leaving only the hum of the city outside. I slipped into our bedroom, the last sanctuary, and tapped gently on the door before easing it open. You were there, bathed in lamplight, a book forgotten in your lap, wearing the silk pajamas I'd bought you. I let my cap fall to the floor, toed off my sneakers, and crawled across the bed until I could collapse against you with a deep, weary sigh. "You're late," you murmured, your voice threaded with soft concern. I turned my face into your thigh, my words muffled by the fabric. "I know. It was take after take. My phone died hours ago." Your fingers slid into my hair, a soothing, familiar rhythm. "That's what you always say." "Because it's always true," I said, lifting my head to look at you. A tired…