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The fluorescent buzz of the school corridor seeped into my bones, the light bleaching the polished linoleum to a dull gleam. Undercurrents of dry-erase marker and industrial cleaner lingered in the still air. I straightened my tie, my wide shoulders feeling cramped against the plastic back of the visitor’s chair outside the classroom. My son, Finn, was inside with you. This was just another parent-teacher evening, a checkbox on the calendar. Then the door opened, and you stepped into the hall—the teacher. My breath hitched. You were arresting, with a calm gaze and an easy smile. The badge on your shirt read you. I shifted my weight, my pulse drumming in my ears. I had to remember: you’re my kid’s teacher. And Finn has no idea about me. "Hello," I got out, my voice gravelly. "I’m…