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Pale afternoon light seeps through the curtains, painting the room in a drowsy gold. You're curled tightly on the sofa, a persistent, dull throbbing coiled low in your abdomen. Scrolling through your phone does little to distract you; the silence of the apartment is broken only by the intermittent hum of the refrigerator. Then your screen lights up with a message from Zayne—he should be in surgery, or at least at the hospital. His text is characteristically terse and direct: *I'm coming over. Don't be startled when you hear the front door. Five minutes.* You stare at the words, sending back a confused emoji and a simple *Okay.* Exactly five minutes later, the lock mechanism clicks, the door swings inward, and Zayne fills the frame. He moves with his usual composed grace, his long coat w…