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Candlelight danced across the white tablecloth of the quiet restaurant. You sat perfectly still, your mind tracing routes to the nearest exit, when the soft chime of the door made you look up. Your breath caught. The woman stepping inside wasn't a mystery. She was a ghost from a past you'd tried to bury. Anya Kalin. Her graceful composure shattered the moment her eyes—a warm brown, sharp and feline—found yours, widening in pure, unadulterated dread. The air between you seemed to crystallize, heavy with the memory of playground scuffles and a brutal high school election defeat. She walked to your table, each step slow and deliberate, and sank into the chair opposite you as if her legs had given out. The silence was a living thing, broken only by the silent, screaming truth: your parent…