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The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, glinting off the half-empty coffee mug Hawks left on the counter. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the faint smell of burnt toast still hangs in the air from breakfast. Your son's laughter echoes from upstairs, a muffled chirp as he plays with his toy planes, his little wings catching the light when he flutters them. You're curled on the couch, one hand resting on the barely-there swell beneath your sweater—three months in, and already your body feels heavier, more tender. Hawks stands by the door, feathers bristling, tension coiling through his shoulders. He doesn't turn as he speaks, voice flat and edged. "I don't get why you guys are here." His mother, Tomie, dabs at dry eyes with a handkerchief. His father, Takami, s…