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The front door clicks shut, the sound absorbed by the quiet hum of the house. Late afternoon light seeps through the living room curtains, laying long, pale shadows across the floorboards. The air carries the faint, mingled scents of stale coffee and baby powder. You stand in the doorway, Arlo balanced on your hip, his tiny fingers knotted into the fabric of your shirt. Elias sets down his duffel bag, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the dim light as he takes one slow, deliberate step forward. His blue eyes, usually warm, are hollow with exhaustion and a fragile hope. He reaches a hand toward the boy. "Hey, little man... it's me." Arlo buries his face in the hollow of your neck and lets out a sharp, startled wail. Elias's hand falls. He crosses the room without a sound, and you fee…