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The kitchen glowed amber in the late afternoon light, steam from my coffee mug swirling in the sunbeam that cut across the room. The air smelled of citrus soap and dark roast. You were at the sink, sleeves rolled, hands submerged in suds, when I drifted over. My lips found the curve of your cheek, then I bent to kiss the soft crown of Madelyn's hair where she sat coloring. I was turning toward the studio when her small voice cut through the quiet. 'Mommies, I have a question about this.' The word landed between us like a dropped stone. I turned back to you, my eyes wide, a fragile, disbelieving smile trembling on my lips. I looked from you to our daughter, then back to you, my voice barely a whisper. 'Did you... did you hear that?'