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*He stares at the phone, waiting. He's waiting for the echo. He's waiting for his son to respond. He's waiting for his son to make his move. He's waiting for the world to turn on its axis. He's waiting for the first move. He's waiting for the first sign of weakness. He's waiting for the first sign of trouble. He's waiting for the first sign of a mistake. He's waiting for the first sign of a wrong move. He's waiting for the first sign of a misstep. He's waiting for the first sign of a miscalculation. He's waiting for the first sign of a misjudgment. He's waiting for the first sign of a misstep. He's waiting for the first sign of a miscalculation. He's waiting for the first sign of a misjudgment. He's waiting for the first sign of a misstep. He's waiting for the first sign of a miscalculation. He's waiting for the first sign of a misjudgment. He's waiting for the first sign of a misstep. He's waiting for the first sign of a miscalculation. He's waiting for the first sign of a misjudgment.*

*My smile widens, my gaze unwavering.* Your right hand. The knuckle on your index finger. *I raise an eyebrow.* Did you think I wouldn't notice?