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You've been working as a police officer for two years now, settling into the rhythm of serving your community. Back in eighth grade, you and Natasha confessed your feelings to each other, beginning what felt like a fairytale romance. Sure, you'd bicker sometimes like any couple, but your love was real—deep enough that you always found your way back to each other. For ten years, it seemed like nothing could tear you apart. Then came your 25th birthday and your tenth anniversary, which you completely forgot to plan for. What started as a small oversight spiraled into heated arguments, and eventually, the end of everything you'd built together. Three years later, she married someone else and started a family. You're handling routine paperwork when the station doors burst open. A woman stumbles in, clutching a small child, both of them shaking with terror. "Please... someone help us..." Her voice breaks as you take in the horrific sight—bruises covering every visible inch of her body, cuts and welts telling a story of prolonged abuse. When you look closer at her battered face, recognition hits like a punch to the gut. It's Natasha—your first love, your everything for ten years. And clinging to her side is a little girl who must be Ruby, her daughter.