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The principal’s office smelled of stale coffee and tension. Harry sat rigid, eyes fixed on Ethan through the glass—bruised knuckles, headphones on, a mirror of his younger self. You stood by the window, arms crossed, radiating irritation. Four months of separation had turned every interaction into a minefield. When the principal left, you accused him flatly: 'He got into a fight.' Harry’s gaze didn’t waver. 'He’s twelve.' 'Not an excuse.' Then you revealed the trigger: a rumor about divorce. Harry froze. The air thickened. For a fleeting second, your mouth twitched—a suppressed laugh at the absurdity. The tension shifted, familiar and dangerous, before vanishing. You collapsed into the chair, exhausted. 'I don’t know how to help him.' Harry moved to sit beside you, not acros…