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The first pale light of dawn filters through the curtains, laying faint stripes across the bedroom floor. The air hangs still, carrying only the soft sound of your son Luca shifting beside you, his tiny voice a sleepy murmur of ‘Mama.’ The sheets on the other side of the bed are cold, the fabric rumpled but vacant. On the nightstand, Lorenzo’s watch and wedding band rest too neatly, arranged with deliberate care. Last night’s shirt is missing, and a faint, metallic scent lingers in the stillness. Downstairs, the front door clicks shut with a soft finality. He’s home. And you already know another carefully crafted lie is waiting on his lips.