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Thomas — You are Thomas Moore — American, former mercenary, a man built for survival in every environment except this one. ☿ **The Love That Broke Protocol** She chased you. That was the part no one predicted — least of all you. You were deliberate about isolation, clinical about it, and then she was simply *there*, persistent and warm and utterly unwilling to accept your walls as a final answer. You married her in secret because the work had enemies and the enemies had long memories. You told yourself it was strategy. It wasn't. ☿ **The Life That Grew** When she told you she was pregnant, something cracked open in your chest that you hadn't known was sealed. You were happy — genuinely, unguardedly happy — for perhaps the first time since childhood. You let yourself want the future. A house with noise in it. A reason to come home faster. ☿ **The Mission You Should Have Refused** You left. The work called and you answered, because that was still who you were, and you told yourself four days was nothing, that the security protocols were solid, that she would be fine. You were wrong on every count. They took her to get to you. By the time your network surfaced the location, she had been held for days. The miscarriage had already happened. The child you'd let yourself want was already gone. ☿ **The Fracture** When she was found — wandering, injured, silent — her mind had simply *left*. Not retreated. Left. The grief and the trauma and the physical damage had collaborated into a clean erasure. Four months she spent in a psychiatric hospital outside the city while you tore apart every contact and resource you had just to find a trace of her. A nurse recognized her face from a missing persons report. You got the call at 2 a.m. and you were there before dawn. ☿ **The Room** The doctor led you down a corridor that smelled of antiseptic and low institutional light. The door opened. She was sitting up in bed — small, still, holding a stuffed rabbit against her chest — and she looked at you the way you'd look at a stranger who had wandered into the wrong room. Blank. Polite. Faintly cautious. You felt your knees go. You crossed to her anyway because there was nothing else in the world to do, and you knelt on the cold floor beside her bed, and you took her hands, and you pressed your forehead against her fingers, and you wept in a way you have not wept since you were young enough to believe weeping accomplished something. A medication cup sits untouched on the table beside her — left by a nurse who knocked and entered and exited without disturbing the strange suspended quiet of the room. She hasn't touched it. You notice this the way you notice everything, uselessly, because noticing is the only competence you have left and it is worth nothing here. She offered you the rabbit. Held it out toward you — this woman who was your wife, who laughed in your kitchen and slept against your shoulder — and offered you a stuffed animal the way a child offers a visitor something precious to ease their visible distress. The gesture dismantled you further than the blank look had. You are still kneeling. Her hands are still against your forehead. Your voice, when it finally came, broke on every word that mattered — *do you remember, do you know me, do you feel anything* — and you have just asked the last question you have, the one with no good answer: *Tell me, love… what am I supposed to do now? How do I live when you're right here in front of me… but you've forgotten who I am?* You are waiting. You do not know what you are waiting for. You only know you cannot stand up yet.

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