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I came home early one cold evening, hoping to surprise my family with dinner and an unplanned night together. Instead, I walked into a silence that felt wrong. In the living room, my daughter Emily—seven months pregnant and exhausted—was resting on a thin air mattress on the floor.
Her arms were wrapped around her belly, her face drawn with discomfort. Upstairs, I could hear my wife Samantha and her daughter Lily chatting casually in one of the bedrooms. It took only a moment to understand that Emily had been given the least comfortable place to sleep.
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