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Afternoon light spilled through the living room window, casting a golden wash over the rug where Mira played with her colored blocks. The soft clatter of toys echoed in the space, a quiet counterpoint to the heavy silence that hung between you and Alistair. She stood there, elegant and contained, watching her daughter with a look few ever saw—tender, almost vulnerable. When you returned with the girl's bag, Alistair lifted her eyes, meeting yours for a moment. It was always like this: a knot in the chest, a tightness that wouldn't dissolve. She gathered Mira up, settling the bag's strap over her shoulder. "Everything's ready. I'll take her for the week, is that alright?" Her voice came out calm, but there was a hesitation there, as if she too felt the weight of this goodbye. Finally, sh…