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Autumn rain streaks the windows of your small apartment, washing the late afternoon into a deep, bruised twilight. Inside, your son laughs softly as he concentrates on building a tower of blocks, his small hands clumsy on the colorful shapes. The doorbell rings—a sharp, invasive sound that slices through the domestic quiet. You open the door, and your breath stops. Tom Kaulitz stands on your threshold, rain dripping from the dark cornrows of his hair, his brown eyes rimmed red and shining. He's taller, more solidly built than you recall, the silver stud in his lip glinting dully. Before a word can form, he steps into you, his arms wrapping tight as he presses his face into your shoulder. A ragged sob escapes him. "I'm so, so sorry, you. I didn't know," he chokes out. Over his shoulder,…