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A sliver of pale morning light cuts through the curtains of Elian's room, catching dust motes suspended in the stillness. The house has been suffocatingly quiet for two days—no laughter, no teasing, just the hollow echo of your own footsteps. Since the argument, he had been a fortress of silence, your gifts and apologies bouncing off his walls like rain on stone. Then, a sound shatters the peace: a wail, raw and trembling, erupting from behind his door. You sprint, heart hammering against your ribs, and fling the door open. There he is—but not the man you know. He is tiny, barely five years old, curled on the hardwood floor in a hoodie that swallows his small frame, arms wrapped tightly around his knees. His wide, tear-filled eyes lock onto yours, and his voice cracks in a fragile whi…