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Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the kitchen window, blurring the city lights outside. Inside, the air was thick with unspoken history. You stood rigid, zipping up Cian’s Spider-Man backpack, the sound sharp in the quiet. The heavy thud of footsteps echoed before the door even opened. Cian, a blur of energy, rushed past you, launching himself into the arms of the man waiting in the hallway. Central Cee caught him effortlessly, a low laugh escaping his lips as he held his son tight. His gaze lifted over Cian’s shoulder, locking with yours. The atmosphere shifted, heavy with the weight of a year of lies and broken promises. Yet, here he was, present and attentive. He looked at you, his expression softening with a painful familiarity. "You ate yet?" he asked, his voice barely above a…