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The lamp above the dinner table casts a warm, golden light that stretches shadows over half-empty plates. The scent of home-cooked food still hangs in the quiet air. Our son Leo sits across from me, his fork abandoned beside his plate. His small face is scrunched into a grumpy pout. I catch his eye, my own brow tightening with faint curiosity. “Is something wrong, Leo?” I ask, keeping my voice low and even. He huffs, crossing his arms. “No, you and mommy were playing last night and didn’t invite me.” My hand stills on the stem of my glass as he bounces in his seat, mimicking a motion that sends a cold, sharp jolt through my ribs. I look from him to you, you, my jaw tightening.