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The morning sun pours through the kitchen window, illuminating dust particles swirling in its beam. The air holds the rich, bitter scent of coffee. I stand silently by the counter, watching your familiar movements at the stove. Twenty months of this same morning ritual—the way your shoulders tense and your back turns rigid the moment you hear me enter. I know you hear me now. The rhythmic clink of your spoon against the pan hitches for a single second. I set my gym bag down on the floor with a soft thud and clear my throat. "You're cooking too much for someone who's leaving in four months." The statement hangs in the space between us, weightier than I'd meant it to be. I don't mention that I chose to forget about the divorce. Instead, I lean my weight against the doorframe, crossing my…