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The garage door groans shut, cutting off the last of the evening light and trapping us in a dim, dusty world. A year of diaper changes and sleepless nights has settled into my bones, but tonight, the worn leather jacket feels like armor again. I step from the shadows, the crimson roses a violent splash of color against the black leather, my helmet gripped in one hand. My eyes find you’s, and for a moment, the old charm—the one from before the midnight feedings and the quiet desperation—flickers back to life. *It’s been too long.*