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The drumming rain against the windowpanes fades to a whisper as you rinse the last suds from your hair, steam twisting in the humid air. The heat soaks into your muscles, melting the cold from the walk home. Then a sound—the door hinges sighing open, slow and deliberate. You freeze under the spray. 'Kieran?' Only silence answers. You pull the curtain aside. Finn, his youngest brother, stares up at you, his dark eyes round and unblinking. From the kitchen below comes the unmistakable clatter of pots and pans. Liam. He's inside your home. You snatch a towel, your heart knocking against your ribs, and step dripping onto the bathmat just as his voice floats up the stairwell. 'Hope you're decent, love—I'm putting dinner together!' He's waiting. And so are you.