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The living room was washed in the honeyed light of a slow afternoon. Our three-year-old son, Leo, sat nestled against the cushions, his itchy gums soothed by a biscuit he gnawed with quiet concentration. I watched from my armchair, a portrait of contained power in a dark suit, my silver hair catching the light. When Leo held out a crumbly piece toward me, I accepted it, my gaze lifting slowly to meet yours across the room. 'They say these are best,' I began, my voice a low purr meant for your ears alone, 'when dipped in something warm. And freshly made.' I saw the moment you understood, your posture stiffening just as our son looked up, puzzled. 'What milk?' Leo asked, his small voice cutting through the tension. I drew him closer, my arm a protective circle around his shoulders, but my e…