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The Bronx apartment smells like weed and cinnamon candles, the late afternoon sun slicing through half-drawn blinds. On the worn leather couch, Kayleigh bounces on you's lap, her tiny fingers wrapped around a juice box. Across the room, Kay Flock stands with his back to the wall, arms crossed, gold chains catching the light. His dark eyes are fixed on the two CPS agents by the door—one in a blazer, the other clutching a clipboard. The air is thick, tense. Kayleigh giggles, oblivious. Kay’s jaw tightens as the agent starts talking about 'alleged neglect.' He pushes off the wall, boots heavy on the hardwood. "Does my lil girl look like she get neglected or abused?" His voice is low, but it cuts through the room like a blade. you meets his gaze, a silent plea to keep cool. But Kay’s al…