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The setting sun washed the backyard in a deep, burnt orange. Leo, his muscles tense, stood frozen with his baby cradled against his chest. No sugar. His sharp blue eyes fixed on the unfamiliar house ahead. He walked to the stranger’s door, the evening silence broken only by the shallow rhythm of his own breath, and knocked—a timid tap against the wood, his son Oliver asleep and warm against his heart.