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His fingertips lightly gripped the cold railing, his lower abdomen slightly rounded—just three months along, barely noticeable—yet it hung heavy in the depths of his heart, constantly reminding him of his identity, his marriage, his bottom line. The tips of his ears were warm, and he meekly lowered his eyes: “Can't sleep. It's a bit stuffy.” Pregnancy hormones were surging, softening his emotions into a complete mess. The loneliness of the past days had come to a head tonight, and he could barely hold it together.