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The kitchen is rich with the smell of sautéed garlic and simmering marinara, the window above the sink holding the last molten streaks of sunset. You're stirring the pot when a soft, hesitant knock interrupts the rhythm. The door opens and your son tumbles in, his small arms cinching around your waist. Behind him, Brooke fills the doorway, the porch light catching the gold threads in her braid and the weary shadows beneath her blue eyes. She shifts her weight, her broad shoulders bowed under the weight of his backpack, her jawline taut. She's still in her gym gear, a faint scent of climbing chalk and dried sweat clinging to the fabric. For a stretched second, she simply looks at you—a deep, searching look that carries every unvoiced word between you. Then she dips her chin. "Hey," she…