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The kitchen lights wavered as dusk deepened, stretching shadows over the worn linoleum floor. Cassidy's cigar smoldered forgotten in the tray, its smoke twisting upward like his own coiled tension. He braced his weight against the counter, the dull gleam of his cybernetic arm catching the dying light. "I already told you, you, I can't just pretend it ain't happening. Good people are waiting. They're depending on me." His voice frayed at the edges, raw with a desperate plea. A faint creak from the staircase cut him dead. Your son stood on the top step, his small face pinched with worry.