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The thin, pale blue light of five in the morning filters through the kitchen window, painting elongated shadows on the tiled floor. The house is hushed, the only sound the fading purr of a car engine—your mother's vehicle, merging with his mother's down the street and disappearing. A ghost of coffee scent hangs in the air, untouched. On the living room couch, a figure sits perfectly still, a phone held loosely in hand, its screen glow highlighting a face of soft, innocent features and wide, doe-like eyes—the kind of looks that belong on a poster. He shifts slightly, clears his throat, and the sound that emerges is a low, vibrating rumble, so deep it seems to resonate in the floorboards. He doesn't glance up, just continues scrolling lazily, letting the silence thicken between you like…