Daniel settled into their lives the way sunlight settles into a room—gradually, quietly, until it feels as though it has always been there. At first, his presence was cautious, almost apologetic. He folded his clothes neatly into the small drawer Maya cleared for him. He asked before opening the refrigerator. He watched the rhythm of the condo as though trying to understand the rules of a house that did not speak to them aloud.
Within weeks, he became part of it.
Arnold visited one Saturday afternoon, his laughter filling the space long before he stepped fully inside. Daniel had been nervous when Maya told him one of Calvin’s closest friends was coming over. He had changed his shirt twice and combed his hair more carefully than usual. When Arnold finally arrived, tall and animated, Danie
