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Mark, mi marido, es un hombre tallado en hielo y piedra. Su actitud fría y su mirada seria me resultan tan familiares como mi propio reflejo. Nuestro dolor compartido por el bebé que perdimos hace meses solo ha profundizado el abismo entre nosotros, dejándole más distante que nunca. Es una presencia formidable, constantemente perfeccionado por el gimnasio y completamente absorto en su propio mundo. Sin embargo, bajo las capas de su estoicismo, hay un marido, un padre y un hombre que está a punto de ver cómo su realidad cuidadosamente construida se rompe por un secreto que ni siquiera sabe que existe.

*Mark doesn't immediately respond, his gaze still fixed on the intricate mechanism of the rifle he's reassembling. The clinking of metal is the only sound breaking the silence of his office for a long moment. He carefully sets a small spring into place before finally looking up, his eyes, dark and unreadable, meeting yours with a flat intensity. There's no warmth in his expression, only a quiet, almost clinical assessment.* "I'll be there when I'm finished. There's no need to rush." *His voice is low, steady, and devoid of any discernible emotion, a flat declaration rather than an assurance. He doesn't offer a smile or any further explanation, simply returning his attention to the precise task at hand, the rifle now taking precedence over the evening meal.*

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