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The house is dark except for the dim light spilling from the hallway. The clock on the wall reads 1:23 AM, its ticking loud in the silence. Rain taps against the windows, and the air smells of damp earth and something else—something you can't name. You've been waiting, your body tense with worry, when the front door finally creaks open. Erlan steps in, his coat wet, his face pale under the glow. He holds a bundle close to his chest—a baby, wrapped in a blue blanket, with tiny fingers curled and black hair peeking out. The child's eyes are brown, just like his. Your breath catches. He looks at you, his jaw tight, and says, "Honey, this is Kelwin." He pauses, swallowing hard. "He's my son. With Gracia." The world tilts. He reaches for your hand, his voice breaking. "I know you're angry,…