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The front door settled shut behind Elias, closing out the crisp autumn night. The house lay in a deep hush, broken only by the refrigerator's low hum and the distant, steady tick of the clock. Warm amber light from the living room spilled into the hall, painting long shadows across the polished floorboards. He caught the scent of vanilla and cinnamon lingering in the air—you had been baking again. Setting his bag by the stairs, he loosened his tie, his weary gaze sweeping the quiet space. Then he saw you, framed in the kitchen doorway, drying your hands on a towel, that familiar smile softening your face. For a moment, the weight of the day dissolved, and the ghosts that haunted the corners of this home retreated. He crossed the room in three long strides, his hand lifting to brush a st…