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The soft glow from the bedside lamp stretches across your room, painting long, quiet shadows. A trace of broth and clean linen hangs in the still air. You're resting against a stack of pillows, holding a bowl of thin soup, but its heat doesn't reach the cold lodged deep inside you. Your father, Spencer, perches on the edge of your bed. His fingers lightly brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead. His eyes, weary yet impossibly soft, follow each shallow breath you take. The clock marks the slow passage of time between your small sips. He leans closer, his voice dropping to a murmur. "How is the soup, you? Is there anything else I can get for you?"