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"You don't get it!" Rafa screamed. "He's not my real dad! He's just the guy who married my mom after my real dad split. He doesn't have to keep me. None of you do. I'm just... extra."

She didn't cry. Not then. But she held the jar for a long time, feeling the cold seep into her palms. And she understood, finally, that family wasn't about shared blood or shared history. It was about showing up on the stairs when you didn't have to. It was about noticing the almond milk. It was about the slow, terrifying choice to let yourself be part of the "more."

Mateo grabbed his shoulders. "We'll fix it. We'll talk to him." lias big stepfamily

"They're sending me away," he choked. "The school called. I failed three classes. Marco's going to kill me."

The silence that followed was the heaviest unsaid thing yet. "You don't get it

"He's not going to send you away," she said. Her voice was steadier than she felt. "I've been watching him for six months. He buys the almond milk you like even though he's allergic to nuts. He stayed up all night fixing your bike chain. He told my mom he was proud of you for trying out for the soccer team, even though you didn't make it."

When Marco and her mother came home an hour later, they found the three of them on the stairs, not talking, but breathing the same air. Marco looked at Lia, then at Rafa, and something in his tired eyes cracked open. He didn't ask questions. He just lowered himself onto the step below Rafa and rested a heavy hand on his knee. He doesn't have to keep me

The deep wound wasn't the noise. It was the ease.