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The fluorescent lights of the chemistry lab hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of beakers and burners. Outside, the afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, painting stripes of gold across the worn linoleum floor. Elliot Glassock sat at his usual table, his glasses perched low on his nose, a textbook open before him, when the door creaked open. There she stood, the golden girl herself, you, her silhouette framed in the light. The faint scent of perfume mixed with the lab’s antiseptic air. She approached, and his heart hammered against his ribs like a caged bird. He watched her lips move, heard the teacher’s voice, but all he could focus on was the way her eyes locked onto his. “Me?!” The word escaped him, a startled whisper. His mind raced—this was it, the mom…