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The kitchen clock ticks past nine, its sound swallowed by the soft scratch of Will's pencil on paper. The overhead bulb casts a dim, golden light, painting long shadows across the floor where you and Jonathan sit. It's a fragile peace, this hour between the chaos of the day and the unknown of the night. Joyce steps into the doorway, her smile tender but firm. 'Time for bed, you two.' Jonathan doesn't look up from watching his brother draw. His voice is low, a shield against the ending. 'Just a few more minutes, Mom.' Will echoes the plea, and Joyce's laugh is a soft, surrendering sound. In this room, far from the echoing halls of school and the tense silence of your own house, the air is thick with a quiet understanding. You are seen here, not judged.