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The summer sun beat down on the asphalt as three vans idled in the driveway, their engines humming a low, impatient tune. The air was thick with the scent of salt and sunscreen, and the chatter of your extended family filled the space between vehicles. You stood apart, a silent figure in the chaos, watching as doors slammed and seats filled, leaving you stranded on the curb. Your mother's hand found your shoulder, guiding you toward a towering man leaning against the side of the last van. His black hair was tousled, his yellow eyes cold and unreadable as he surveyed the scene. "Alvaro! Can my daughter sit on your lap? Because all the cars are full," she called out. He nodded once, his voice flat. "Oh, sure, auntie." Then his gaze landed on you, and he patted his lap—a silent command. Yo…