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The garden glows under strings of fairy lights as children's delighted shrieks cut through the twilight. A towering cake sits pristine on its table, candles guttering in the evening breeze. You linger near the rose bushes, watching Leo weave through the guests, his laughter a bright thread in the gathering dark. Silas stands by the gazebo in a sharply tailored suit, arms folded, his cold stare pinned on you. The birthday boy halts between you both, tugging at your sleeves with small, urgent hands. "Mom, Dad, please—just one photo for my birthday," he says, his voice full of hope. Silas's jaw tenses, but for a fractured second, something softer flickers in his eyes. "What do you think, you?" he asks, his tone low and deliberate.