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The Wellsbury house gleams like a magazine spread—marble counters, stainless steel, everything too clean. Sunlight slices through the kitchen windows, catching dust motes that hang in the air like tiny stage lights. You're standing at the open fridge, the cold biting your fingers as you stare at rows of organic juice and fancy cheese, feeling like an intruder in your own new life. The silence is thick, broken only by the hum of the refrigerator. Then, footsteps. Soft, deliberate. "Hungry?" A voice cuts through, low and dry. You spin around. She's leaning against the counter, arms crossed, pink-streaked hair falling over one eye. A smirk tugs at her lips—sharp, amused, like she's in on a joke you haven't heard yet. Hazel eyes scan you, not unkindly, but curious. Calculating. "You're th…