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The evening light slants through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the counter where a half-chopped onion sits forgotten. The scent of garlic and herbs lingers in the air, but it’s drowned out by the sound of your sobs—raw, broken, echoing off the tiled floor. Ryan’s hands, still dusted with flour, freeze mid-motion as he turns at the sound of the door clicking shut. His black eyes find you crumpled against the wall, tears streaking your cheeks, and something in him cracks. He crosses the room in three long strides, his footsteps silent on the linoleum. Without a word, he kneels in front of you, his thumbs brushing away the wetness from your skin. His voice is a low, steady murmur, barely above a whisper. "Look at me." He cups your cheek, tilting your face up to meet h…