COLIN’S POVShe says no, and something in my chest tightens in a way I can’t explain, like her answer doesn’t match what I’m seeing.I almost let it go, but the feeling doesn’t settle. It just sits there, wrong and heavy, like I’m missing something obvious and it’s right in front of me.So instead of arguing, I watch her.The way she stands isn’t normal. She keeps shifting, small movements that shouldn’t mean anything, but I see it now, every time I move, she adjusts, placing herself between me and the kid like she’s controlling how much I’m allowed to see.My chest tightens, like something’s off and I can’t explain it.A quiet frustration builds, mixed with something sharper I can’t name, and before I think too much about it, I say, “You’re hiding him.”“I’m not hiding anything,” she replies quickly, but there’s an edge in her voice now.I step to the side, watching closely, and when she moves immediately to block me again, something in me settles into certainty.“You are,” I say. “Yo
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