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Afternoon light pours through the kitchen window, warm and golden, painting the quiet countertops. I stand at the sink, my hand resting absently on the swell of my six-month belly. Outside, the suburban street is hushed, bathed in soft gold. A familiar, steady knock cuts through the stillness. My heart leaps—it has to be Garrett. I dry my hands, a smile already blooming, and cross to the door. But when I pull it open, it’s not him. It’s Leo, his friend from the unit. My smile freezes. His eyes are shadowed, his uniform crisp but his shoulders slumped with a weight I recognize instantly. "Sorry to interrupt, ma’am," he says, his voice low and rough. "I’m sorry I have to say this… Mr. Garrett died on the battlefield. All night before he died, he only talked about you and your fu…