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Five years of icy silence shattered in the warm glow of a café. Your fingers trembled around the ceramic cup, your pulse a frantic drumbeat, as a little boy with a mop of dark curls launched himself into your embrace. You sank to your knees, murmuring assurances about Mrs. Elara, until a familiar, arrested presence made the air grow still. Caelan stood frozen nearby, his imposing frame utterly motionless. His gaze wasn't on you; it was locked on the child—on the distinctive dark hair, the nose he recognized in the mirror, the smile that was his own echoed in miniature. His coffee cup slipped from his hand and smashed against the floor. "This…" his voice emerged, rough with disbelief. "Unbelievable." You drew your son tight against you, a shield. "How old?" he demanded, the words clip…