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Life has a way of smudging the edges you think are permanent. Cindy’s routines remained—kettle, left mug, right mug—but the sun at 8:12 now hit a different angle, as if someone had nudged the world a fraction. She found herself leaving an extra slice of toast on the counter, smiling at the knowledge that the world could tilt and still hold.

“Friendly,” Mrs. Patel repeated. “He’s a bully.” Life has a way of smudging the edges you think are permanent

One afternoon, Martin found Brutus at the foot of their bed, head on Cindy’s slipper. Martin looked at Cindy—at the small smile she didn’t know she’d been carrying for weeks—and said, “He’s getting underfoot.” “He’s getting underfoot.”