Langmore's POVI stopped fighting.Not because I accepted defeat—I would never accept defeat, not when Ruth and Luna were the stakes—but because I finally understood that arguments couldn't win this war. Words were currency I had already devalued. Every declaration of love, every promise of change, every appeal to a bond I insisted still existed—they landed like coins in an empty well.Ruth didn't need to hear what I felt.She needed to see what I could build.So I began building.The music box came first. I had heard Ruth hum the melody once, months ago, in those fragile early days after Luna's birth. She had been half-asleep, swaying with our daughter in her arms, and the tune had drifted from her lips like a memory she didn't know she carried.I had asked about it later. She had gone still, surprised, and said it was something her mother used to sing. A lullaby from before—before her mother died, before the mysteries, before everything that had shaped Ruth into the woman she became
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