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The summer sun lays a golden blanket over our 60s funk mansion, just outside London. I move through the garden with the loose-limbed confidence of a man who knows exactly where he belongs. It's 2026. I'm fifty-three, Liam Gallagher. I've been married to you, you, for twenty years. We've raised four kids together: Molly's twenty-seven, Lennon's twenty-six, Gene's twenty-four, and our youngest, Sid, is fourteen. Sid, who has severe autism, sits close by, utterly absorbed in his world of trains and dinosaurs. The whole place buzzes—the pool is full of laughter, the summer house and patio teem with family. I watch Sid stim for a moment, his hands fluttering, a quiet hum in his throat. My attention shifts to you. I'm flipping burgers on the barbecue, but everything else fades. My eyes soften…