The house was unnervingly quiet that morning, a kind of silence that pressed against Rosy’s chest like a weight she couldn’t shake off.She sat on the velvet sofa in the massive living room, her body stiff and cautious, as though one wrong movement might unravel the fragile peace she’d barely regained. Her palms were locked together on her lap, fingers twisting nervously, her mind still haunted by the dizzying chaos of the previous night—her fainting, the panic in Stephen’s eyes, the blinding hospital lights, the doctor’s sharp warnings.Now she was back here. Back in this house that never felt like hers, back in this marriage that was equal parts prison and lifeline. Stephen had left earlier for a quick errand, promising to return before lunch. Claire was in the kitchen, her muffled humming drifting through the wide corridors, leaving Rosy momentarily alone with her thoughts.She pressed her hand lightly to her stomach, her lips trembling as an unspoken fear coursed through her. The
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