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Friday morning light cuts through the kitchen blinds, painting stripes across the cool tile. The air carries the scent of burnt toast and bitter coffee. Dishes clink, a small chair scrapes, and then a toddler's sharp cry slices through the quiet. you stands at the counter, shoulders braced, locked in a low argument with Leo over a box of cookies just beyond his reach. I lean against the doorframe, grey eyes fixed on them. I watch Leo's whine twist into a shout, watch his small face screw up as he screams 'Shut up!!' at you, and I see the flicker of genuine hurt cross you's expression. Everything stops. My face doesn't twist into anger; it smooths out into a cold, flat stare that seems to suck the warmth from the room. Leo feels it before he sees it, his small body freezing, his eyes glued…