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CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO:“I don’t believe you anymore.”Theo’s voice cut through the kitchen the next morning like a blade. He stood by the table with his backpack already on, lunchbox in one hand, eyes fixed on Dimitri with a steadiness that didn’t belong on a child’s face.Dimitri set his coffee down carefully. “What don’t you believe?”“That you’re staying.” Theo’s jaw was tight. “You keep saying it. You said it when the bag was by the door the first time. You said it last night. But the bag keeps coming out. So I don’t believe you.”June stood a little behind him, quiet, her sketchbook hugged to her chest. Anna sat in her high chair watching everyone with wide eyes. From the nursery monitor came the soft sounds of the baby stirring.Lyra felt the air leave the room.Dimitri crouched down so he was level with his son. “I unpacked it. I put it away. I’m still here.”“For now,” Theo said. “That’s what it feels like. For now. Like you’re only staying until the quiet gets too loud again.”

CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR:“I’m not checking the closet anymore.”Theo said it while putting his shoes on by the front door, voice flat, eyes on the laces. June paused halfway through zipping her jacket. Lyra stopped with the baby’s bag in her hand. Dimitri, who had been about to hand Theo his lunchbox, went still.“What do you mean?” Dimitri asked.Theo finished the knot and stood up. “I mean I’m done. Checking doesn’t change anything. Either you’re here or you’re not. Looking in the closet every morning just reminds me that we still have to wonder.”The words hit harder than yelling would have.June glanced between them, uncertain. “But… what if one day it’s back?”“Then we’ll find out the regular way,” Theo said. “When he’s gone. I’m not doing the morning inventory anymore. It’s making me tired.”Lyra felt something cold settle under her ribs. “Theo. Looking out for yourself isn’t wrong.”“I’m not looking out for myself.” He finally met his father’s eyes. “I’m tired of participating in

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX:“I heard you tell Mom you’re still scared of the quiet.”Theo stood in the doorway of the study with his arms locked across his chest. No backpack. No jacket. Just the kind of stillness that meant he had decided this was happening now.Dimitri turned from the desk. “You were listening.”“I live here.” Theo stepped inside and shut the door. “I get to listen when the walls are thin and the promises keep changing shape.”Lyra appeared behind him before Dimitri could answer, baby on her hip, eyes sharp. “Theo. Not like this.”“Yes, like this.” Theo didn’t look away from his father. “I’m done waiting for a good moment. There isn’t one. You almost left again. You gave the bag away like that fixed the part of you that wanted it. And now everyone is walking around this house being careful while I get treated like I’m the problem for noticing.”“No one said you’re the problem,” Dimitri said.“You didn’t have to.” Theo’s voice climbed. “It’s in the way you look at me. Like

CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT:The house didn’t go back to normal the next morning.It just went quiet in a different way.Theo came down late, took a piece of toast, and ate it standing at the counter instead of sitting at the table. June watched him the way she used to watch doors. Anna kept offering him her half-chewed crackers like she could fix whatever was wrong with food. The baby fussed through the whole meal as if she could feel the pressure in the walls.Dimitri didn’t try to force conversation. He poured juice. He packed lunches. He set Theo’s backpack by the door without comment. Every movement was careful, like he understood that anything too big would only push the distance wider.Lyra caught his eye once across the kitchen and gave a small shake of her head. Not unkind. Just clear. Don’t push.When Elena arrived to drive the older kids, Theo left with a short “bye” that belonged to the room in general. June hugged Lyra hard, then hesitated in front of Dimitri before giving him

CHAPTER EIGHTY:“He’s going to look for you anyway.”Lyra said it while standing at the front window with her arms crossed, watching the car disappear down the street with Elena, Theo, and June inside. The game started in forty minutes. Dimitri was still in the hallway, keys not in his hand for once.“I know,” he said.“And you’re still not going.”“I'm still not going.”She turned. Her eyes were already red. “I hate this. I hate that our son asked his father to stay away from something that matters to him. I hate that it made sense enough for you to say yes. I hate that I’m standing here proud of you and furious at the whole situation at the same time.”Dimitri leaned against the wall like the weight of the evening had arrived early. “If I show up, I make him spend the game managing me. He asked for one night where he didn’t have to. I’m giving him the night.”“I know.” Her voice cracked. “Doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel like we’re losing ground.”Anna padded into the hallway with a stu