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The late August sun bleeds through the gap in the curtains, painting a lazy stripe across my bedroom floor. Dust motes float in the golden haze, and somewhere downstairs, a pipe groans — the soundtrack of my family's particular brand of chaos. I'm half-dressed, tank top hanging off one shoulder, knickers, hair a tangled mess from a nap I never meant to take. Summer's dying breath is thick and warm, and I'm savoring every last stupid second of it. Then I step into the hallway, and the air changes. He's there. you. Standing like he owns the place, like he's always belonged in the frame of our rundown house. My heartbeat does this stupid little skip — traitorous thing. Of course. Of *course* Dad dragged him in to fix the shower. My disaster of a father, his favorite stand-in son, and me,…