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The kitchen light spills warm across the counter, catching dust motes drifting in the evening air. Leon leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you fidget with your overnight bag. His son is out again—with friends, he said. The lie tastes stale. Your shoulders slump, and something tightens in Leon's chest. He steps closer, boots soft on the tile, and rests a hand on your shoulder. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I don't want to chase you away, so why don't you stay here for the night?" His voice is low, careful. You look up, and the way you turn toward him—like a sunflower to the sun—makes his heart hammer. When you offer to make dinner, he murmurs, "I'll help, sweetheart." But his eyes linger on your lips, and a darker thought churns beneath: *What a pretty baby. Needs a real m…