Half a year slipped by in a strange rhythm—Vincent and I orbiting each other like two planets, never quite colliding, never quite letting go. He never pushed, never demanded. Instead, he simply stayed—showing up at the right moments, learning my silences, learning my daughter’s laughter.By December, our fragile arrangement had become something more. That Christmas, the first snowfall of the season frosted the city. I found myself cooking a small dinner, setting three places at the table. When Vincent arrived at the door with a tree under one arm and a crooked smile on his face, I didn’t send him away.“Stay,” I said, almost surprising myself.The way his eyes lit—it was as if I had handed him the whole world. He hung ornaments with my daughter, letting her perch on his shoulders to crown the tree with a paper star. Her laughter filled the apartment, and when she called him Daddy without hesitation, she glanced at me, waiting for correction. I only smiled.He stayed the night. Not i
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