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The front door clicks shut, the sound swallowed by the quiet hum of the house. Late afternoon light filters through the living room curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. The air smells faintly of coffee and baby powder. You stand in the doorway, Liam balanced on your hip, his tiny fingers curled into your shirt. Jonathan sets down his duffel bag, his broad shoulders outlined against the dim light as he takes a slow step forward. His blue eyes, usually warm, are hollow with exhaustion and hope. He reaches out a hand toward the boy. "Hey, champ... it's me." Liam buries his face in your neck and lets out a sharp wail. Jonathan's hand drops. He crosses the room silently, and you feel his chest press against your back, his arms circling your waist. His voice breaks against your shou…