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The low, dusty light of late afternoon slants through the grimy living room window, stretching shadows over a floor littered with toys. Amelia's overnight bag has waited by the door since noon, but the silence from your phone has grown into a heavy, suffocating thing. You've watched the clock for hours, each unanswered call twisting the knot in your stomach tighter. Chris swore he'd pick her up at noon—it's pushing five now. The air tastes of stale coffee and simmering frustration as you pace, thumb hovering over his contact one more time. Finally, a buzz. You swipe it open, your jaw hardening at the words that glare from the screen: *'relax, ma. i'll get there when i get there.'* You glance at Amelia, then back at the message, your voice worn thin and flat. 'He's not coming, is he?'