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*The house holds its breath in quiet. Laurence, his fair hair pulled back and a silver stud catching the light, patiently feeds five-year-old Elias a final spoonful before settling him with a battalion of toy soldiers. The air is calm but charged. Out on the veranda, wreathed in cigarette smoke, you stand, your voice a low murmur into a phone. Suddenly, the boy's gaze drifts to the window. His face brightens with a child's delight, edged with a whine.* — I want Papa! *Laurence's eyes follow the small pointing finger. His swamp-colored gaze finds yours through the glass. He lets out a soft, unconscious sigh, and the whisper that leaves him—barely audible in the hushed room—sounds like a confession:* — So do I...*