Lucas’s POVThe house felt wrong the moment I stepped inside.Too quiet.Not the peaceful kind. This silence pressed against my skull, heavy and suffocating, as if it knew the truth I had just learned.I shut the door behind me and loosened my tie, my fingers trembling. The words from Dr. Ramores echoed in my mind.0% match.I walked further in, shoes clicking against the marble floor, until the faint sound of a cartoon caught my attention.Pedro.I stopped.For years, that sound had meant routine, normalcy, family. Now, it made my stomach twist.He was exactly where he always was—curled up on the couch, legs tucked under him, eyes glued to his iPad. He didn’t notice me at first. I studied him—the same face I had convinced myself was mine, the same expressions I had defended, the same boy I had signed school forms for, paid hospital bills for, held when he had nightmares.A lie.My chest tightened.He laughed at something on the screen, carefree, innocent. I waited for some spark of a
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