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Rocco’s jaw tightened until his molars screamed. He wasn’t angry. He was a pressure cooker with a welded-shut lid. The anger was just the steam. What lived underneath was worse: a raw, skinned-knee terror that he was already becoming his father. That the short fuse, the slammed doors, the silence that ate entire rooms—it was all just code. DNA waiting to boot up.

He hadn’t known how to explain that the shaking was relief. That he’d been holding his breath since the day his dad left, and her lips had made him exhale. So he’d laughed, said something stupid like “It’s cold in here,” and left the closet. He’d walked home alone in the rain, hating himself for running away from the one person who might actually see him. rocco-s pov 17

“Roo? Meatloaf’s in an hour.”

and typically features point-of-view (POV) style cinematography. Rocco’s jaw tightened until his molars screamed

His mother’s knock came. Two soft raps. The anger was just the steam

“He’s just so angry,” she whispered, her voice a razor blade wrapped in tissue. “I don’t know this person anymore.”