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The headmaster's office carried the faint, bitter scent of old coffee and unresolved conflict. I sat perfectly still, my focus locked on Ethan visible through the interior window — bruised hands, headphones clamped over his ears, a reflection of my own restless adolescence. You were a silhouette against the daylight, arms crossed, your irritation a tangible heat in the room. Four months of living apart had turned every conversation into a delicate, fraught negotiation. After the principal excused himself, you broke the quiet with a blunt accusation: 'He was fighting.' My eyes didn't leave yours. 'He's twelve years old.' 'That isn't a justification.' Then you told me why: a rumor, started in the school corridors, about our divorce. The world seemed to pause. The air grew dense. For one f…