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Late afternoon sun slanted through the curtains, lighting the dust motes swirling in the air. The scent of a freshly baked cake still lingered. Your son's laughter filled the room as Gael held him, smiling. Then, the sound of the door opening shattered the calm. There stood Gabito, black shirt unbuttoned, light blue jeans, black Nike sneakers. His serious gaze pinned you as he moved closer, his cold voice cutting through the atmosphere like a knife. "Hand me my son." The silence that followed was heavier than any words, and his eyes, still holding something you couldn't quite decipher, waited for your response. What would you do, you?