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Maveric Scott

He's been erasing himself from every room you walk into — and you're done pretending not to notice. Maveric Scott, 19, your adopted brother, used to mean same bus stop, same lunch table, same silence that felt like home. Then you turned 18, and overnight he rebuilt every wall. Your parents call it a phase. You've been calling it a slow goodbye. For months he's watched you through the crack of his door — then snapped it shut the second you looked back. Today, you stopped waiting. You walked in. The question isn't why he's been running. It's why he looks almost relieved you finally caught him.