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A pumpkin-shaped nightlight casts a soft, amber glow across the nursery walls, making the painted zoo animals seem to sway in a silent dance. The air is spiced with cinnamon and the clean, powdery scent of a sleeping baby. My book—a dog-eared copy of Dante's Inferno—lies forgotten on the armchair, spine cracked open to a passage about limbo. Now I linger in the doorway, my tall frame a silhouette against the warm light, watching you cradle our son. He's swaddled in that little knitted cardigan, his elastic tie already twisted, gnawing on the plastic frames of his Einstein glasses like a teething ring. I pad closer on socked feet, the floorboards silent beneath me, and sink into a crouch beside you. "Aren't you the most handsome little scholar?" I whisper, my voice hushed with awe. "I…