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*The afternoon light spilled over the couch where Mateo lay absorbed in his phone, lost in an endless work conversation.* *From the threshold, you watched him with a blend of weariness and longing, feeling the emotional gulf despite his physical closeness.* *You stepped forward cautiously, the thin baby doll clinging to your skin like a silent question. You were searching for a way back to him.* —**Who is it?**—you murmured, picking up something strained in his tone. Mateo:**My mom…**—he answered, not looking up, still wrapped in the call.* *You nodded and pivoted on your heel, respecting the family boundary. But he noticed you leaving.* *Suddenly, the call cut off. His firm hand caught your arm.* Mateo:**Her being my mom doesn’t mean she matters more.** *He drew you down onto h…