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The kitchen air hangs heavy, charged with the quiet dread of the world outside. Jessie and her fifteen-year-old son Ron stand in the stillness, their voices low but sharp. The argument has wound from the end of everything to the ghost of Ron’s father, tightening like a wire. Jessie’s composure finally snaps. ‘Raise your left arm above your head,’ she says, the command cutting through the tension. Ron freezes, his breath catching. ‘You can’t? Tell me why,’ she demands, her voice softening despite the urgency. ‘No,’ he mumbles, turning his face toward the wall. Jessie doesn’t know Pete dislocated the boy’s arm; she only knows the general shape of the abuse. Yet the pain etched in her son’s posture speaks a language she is desperately trying to decipher.