The Gilded Scoop smelled like childhood dream waffle cones, toasted sugar, and that sharp, freezing scent of industrial refrigerators. After the suffocating, sterile walls of the hospital, the bright pops of pastel colors and the sticky floors felt like the most beautiful things I had ever seen. I slid into a corner booth, the vinyl seat squeaking under me, and for a moment, I just breathed.Leo was already a mess. He’d gone for something called a "Galaxy Swirl," a terrifying neon blue and purple concoction that was currently migrating from his spoon to his chin, his cheeks, and the sleeves of his favorite shirt. He didn't care. He was vibrating with the kind of pure, high-voltage joy that only a five-year-old with a sugar rush can achieve."Slow down, Spider-Man," Tyler laughed. It was a low, easy sound, the kind he only made when it was just us. He grabbed a napkin and reached across the table to scrub a blue smudge off Leo’s face. "The ice cream isn't going anywhere. It doesn't hav
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