The air in the kitchen broke like glass. One second it was just burnt toast, cooling coffee, and a bruise; the next, it was a verdict. A son with a trembling half-smile, a father with shaking hands over a manila folder, a mother whose cheek still burned where his palm had landed. Papers on the table. Futures on the floor. A door about to cl… Continues…
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