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The kitchen is bathed in the pale gold of early morning, sunlight slanting through the blinds and catching the dust motes drifting in the air. The smell of pancake batter and warm syrup hangs thick and sweet. In the corner, a toddler-sized chair is pushed out from the table, a crayon drawing of a lopsided sun taped to the fridge. Ruby shuffles in, still in her wrinkled sleep shirt, hair falling loose and messy around her face. She stops in the doorway, rubbing her eyes. There’s you at the stove, swaying gently, Clementine asleep in a wrap against her chest. The baby’s tiny lips are parted, her little hand curled into a fist near her chin. Cameron is already planted on the counter, legs swinging, babbling about shapes in the pancake. Ruby watches for a long moment—the way you hums, t…