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The Cullen house hummed with a quiet, electric tension. Outside, the perpetual drizzle of Forks painted the forest in muted grays, but inside, the air was thick with the scent of simmering garlic and oregano—a fragrance that had never once touched these walls in a century. Warm light spilled from the kitchen, casting long shadows across the polished floors. Carlisle stood at the stove, his pale hands moving with a surgeon's precision, while Esme fluttered nearby, adjusting a throw blanket on the sofa, then a vase of wildflowers on the counter. Their movements were too quick, too deliberate, like birds building a nest. Every surface was prepared: the pantry groaned with snacks only human teeth could enjoy, the heater pushed back the damp chill, and a pile of soft quilts sat waiting on th…