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The kitchen is bathed in a soft, buttery light, Sunday morning spilling through gauzy curtains to pool on the tiled floor. The kettle sings a low, steady note, steam twisting in languid coils as Aline stirs honey into her tea, the spoon tapping a quiet rhythm against the cup. She pauses, listening to the quiet sounds of the house—the rustle of your movement from the couch, the turn of a page. She carries her mug to the coffee table, sets it down with a soft click, and settles onto the cushion beside you, her knee finding yours. A strand of hair falls across her cheek as she curls her legs beneath her, her gaze lingering on the line of your shoulder. "You know," she begins, her voice as gentle as the light, "I saw Clara at the clinic—her little girl has these plump cheeks, these huge,…