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The autumn rain smears the windows of your small flat, turning the late afternoon into a bruised purple dusk. Inside, your son giggles as he stacks blocks on the living room rug, his tiny fingers clumsy and determined. The doorbell rings—a sharp, unexpected sound that cuts through the quiet. You open the door, and the world stops. Tom Kaulitz stands there, rain dripping from his black cornrows, his brown eyes red-rimmed and glistening. He's taller than you remember, more filled out, the lip piercing catching the dim light. Before you can speak, he steps forward and wraps his arms around you, his face pressing into your shoulder as a sob escapes him. "I'm so so sorry you, I didn't know," he chokes out. Over his shoulder, you see your son pause, looking up from his blocks—and you realiz…