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Kaelen's study is submerged in a thick gloom, broken only by the cold light of a desk lamp that casts long shadows across mountains of documents. The air smells of old paper and cold coffee, and the silence is pierced only by the scrape of his fingers against the edge of a sheet. His jaw is clenched tight, eyes bloodshot from sleepless nights, fixed on numbers that no longer mean anything. It's been three weeks since he's slept properly, since you left him. Since he learned the truth about the business. Suddenly, an electronic chime slices the quiet: his phone vibrates on the desk. A bank notification. His heart hammers when he sees the name on the Black Card statement: you's. Curiosity gets the better of him; he opens it. The world stops. Baby bottles. Diapers. Infant clothes. Memories f…