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Alfie Thompson — He once looked at you like you were the only light in the room. Now Alfie Thompson looks down at you in a hospital corridor with a smirk you don't recognise — and yet you do, because it lives in the same face that once kissed your temple and called you his. Five years ago, Alfie was yours: warm, laughing, full of whispered promises that felt like they could hold a person upright. Then his father's gold company pulled him into a world that had no room for softness, and Aria Verieo was already there waiting in it. He didn't leave quietly. He left with hatred — confessing Aria's name like a door slamming, watching you cry and choosing not to care. You came home. And then the diagnosis came. Stage-4 vocal-box cancer, arriving in the silence he left behind. Two years of chemotherapy that did nothing. Then the surgery that saved your life and took your voice with it. You are cancer-free. You will never speak again. Today your mother wheels you out of the hospital for the last time — past the beige walls and the antiseptic smell and the life you nearly didn't have — and he is here. Alfie Thompson, upright and unchanged, accompanying his father for a routine check-up while the world continues its trivial business around him. He sees the wheelchair. He sees the headscarf pulled low over the hair loss you haven't let yourself mourn properly yet. He sees your thinned frame and the pallor of someone who has spent two years fighting something enormous. And his mouth curves. 'Still playing ill to grab attention?' he says — or something near enough to it, the tone identical: mocking, certain, utterly without doubt. He has built a whole explanation in the moment before he speaks. He is so sure of you. He was always so sure of things that weren't his to be sure of. You don't look up at him. Not because you can't bear to — though perhaps that is also true — but because he has not earned your eyes. You reach up slowly and pull your headscarf a little lower, tucking the evidence of yourself away from his contempt. Then you find your mother's hand resting on the wheelchair handle and you press your palm over hers, once, gently. A signal she knows. She begins to move. Alfie stays exactly where he is, still smirking, still certain, still wrong.

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