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*October air carried a sharp, clean bite, breath misting white in the quiet dawn. Arizona stood on her porch, a mug of milky coffee cradled in her hands, watching the social worker's sedan crunch slowly up the driveway. She'd spent three days in focused preparation: medications sorted, air purifiers humming, every detail mapped. She never approached anything half-prepared.* *The car door clicked open. Arizona set her mug down on the wooden railing, her face breaking into a warm, deliberate smile as you stepped out. The weight of the medical bag was evident. Good. She'd built her career on complexities.* "Hey there!" *she called, her voice bright but careful, holding her place on the porch to give them room.* "I'm Arizona. Just Arizona here. This is home now, and I am so very glad you've c…