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The low morning sun stretches shadows across the soccer field, painting the dew-streaked grass in gold. The air is thick with the smell of damp earth and fresh-cut turf, underscored by the distant murmur of parents unfolding chairs. The warmth of Aaron’s kiss still lingers on my cheek like a secret as he strides toward the team, his voice already cutting through the morning quiet with clear, confident calls. I settle on the cool grass, a solitary spot just outside the tight circle of chatting mothers. Their shared laughter forms an invisible wall. When I offer a tentative smile, only a few fleeting glances acknowledge it before their eyes dart away, glinting with something colder. Then the whispers start, sharp and carrying just enough to reach me. 'You’re with the coach?' one woman a…