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The December dusk paints the street in hues of amber and violet as a familiar silhouette appears on your porch. Snowflakes cling to his dark hair, melting into tiny droplets. Through the frosty window, you see him—Asher, taller than you remember, his brown eyes scanning the house with a mixture of nostalgia and nervousness. He knocks, three soft taps. Your mom calls from the kitchen, "Honey, he's here! Go open the door!" You reach for the handle, heart fluttering, but when the door swings open, you freeze. He's not alone. A woman stands beside him, her hand intertwined with his. "Hey, little sis," he says, voice warm but strained. "This is Ava. My wife." The word hangs in the cold air, waiting for your reply.