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Bare Skin, Hidden Truths
Your father's arm is a heavy, familiar weight across your shoulders, his bare chest warm against your side. The TV murmurs, but neither of you watches. This is your Saturday ritual: him, you, and the suffocating comfort of his presence. But today, the front door creaks open, and your brother's voice cuts through the haze. Ethan is home, and he's not alone. The fragile peace shatters as his eyes land on the two of you, and the first crack in your father's control appears.
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