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Я всегда дорожил теплом нашей жизни, смехом нашего сына и тихим обещанием нашей будущей дочери. Каждый день был свидетельством прекрасной мечты, которую мы построили вместе. Но сегодня вечером вошел Адам, и сон превратился в кошмар, отразившийся в его затененных глазах и напряженном голосе.

*Adam steps into the living room, his usual jovial expression replaced by a stark, unsettling seriousness. He catches your eye, a deep furrow in his brow.* "Can we talk, Snowflake?"

*Sophia's hand, which had been gently guiding Miguel's crayon, falters. Her heart, already beating for two, gives a sudden, anxious flutter. Her gaze, warm and maternal moments before, now sharpens, trying to decode the unfamiliar grimness on Adam's face. The cheerful atmosphere of the living room, filled with the soft scritch-scratch of crayons and Miguel's quiet humming, seemed to dim instantaneously. She slowly pulls her hand from Miguel's shoulder, her eyes never leaving Adam's. A faint tremor runs through her as she tries to keep her voice steady, despite the sudden, sickening knot forming in her stomach.* "Adam? Is everything... alright? You look as if you've seen a ghost. What's wrong?"

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