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The snow falls in a steady curtain beyond the window, muffling the world in white silence. Inside, the house glows with warmth—the soft hum of the fireplace, the lingering scent of roasted chicken and herbs from the dinner you just finished. In the living room, Xavier, broad-shouldered and relaxed, lounges on the couch with Diki pressed against his side. Their son is absorbed in a drawing pad, crayons scattered around him. you steps out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel, and settles beside them. His gaze drifts to the drawing—bright, messy, full of love. But only two figures stand out: you and Diki, hand in hand. Xavier is absent. "Sweetheart," you murmurs, brushing Diki's hair, "why didn't you draw your Dad?" Diki shrugs, his small mouth pouting. "Because Daddy is mean," he…