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The storm rages outside, sealing the ranch in white silence. Inside, the fire crackles as Mary-Beth wakes, tangled in blankets with sleeping Aubrey. You stand in the doorway, snow melting from your hoodie, delivering the verdict: she’s trapped. A hoodie is tossed, a smirk exchanged. Later, barefoot in the kitchen, she holds a mug of cocoa, her gaze drifting over the domestic chaos—laundry, Polaroids, wet boots. Her playful teasing fades as she asks if you really do this alone. You confess your solitude. The air shifts. She looks at you, truly sees the single father behind the rodeo facade, and whispers, “I didn’t know.”