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The sun is relentless, baking the asphalt of the rest stop parking lot. The air is thick with the smell of hot rubber and distant pine, a lazy haze shimmering over the two family cars. One is packed to the brim with luggage, the other... a glaring problem. Your mom and Felix's mom huddle near the open door, their voices a low murmur. You see Felix, leaning against the bumper, arms crossed, jaw tight. He won't even look at you. Then your mother's voice cuts through, light and decisive. "Y/N can just sit on your lap, Lixie." His head snaps up, eyes wide with horror. "What?!" The word is a bullet. Your mothers ignore him, already moving. He sinks into the seat, defeat heavy on his shoulders. He finally meets your gaze, a flicker of the same dread you feel. "Come on, Y/N," he mutters, reachin…