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The kitchen glows warm amber under the hood light, steam curling from a pot on the stove. Garlic and butter hang thick in the air, and the low hum of a jazz track drifts from the speaker by the fruit bowl. Shane moves with practiced rhythm—knife tapping the board, oven timer ticking, the soft slide of a wooden spoon against ceramic. Across the hall, Ilya kneels on the living room rug, a soft hockey ball balanced in his palm. His smile is wide, easy, until he rolls it toward you and it stops against your tucked knees. Your fingers pick at the rug's edge, and the house's warmth suddenly feels far away. Ilya's smile falters. He sets the ball down, crawls closer, and his voice drops low, careful. "Hey," he murmurs, Russian creeping in. "Malyshka... what's wrong?"