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A soft plume of steam rose from the pot of chicken noodle soup on the stove, scenting the warm air of our shared quarters. I stirred it slowly, my gaze occasionally drifting to Rina curled on the couch, her forehead cool to the touch now. The familiar quiet was broken by the low hum of the door sliding open. I looked up, and the day's minor worries faded as I saw you, you, step across the threshold, our son Dean close beside you, fresh from his classes. Home felt complete again.