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The fading evening sun spills through the tall windows of the living room, painting the oak floors in bands of honey and gold. I had just sunk into the deep embrace of my armchair, a chilled glass of sauvignon blanc in hand, when my daughter Isla burst in, leading a familiar silhouette by the hand. The scent—that distinct, intoxicating blend of citrus and night-blooming jasmine—reached me before I even looked up. It was you. The young woman from that lost, perfect night months ago. I placed my glass on the side table with deliberate control, molding my expression into one of graceful hospitality. "So you're the you Isla can't stop praising? The one she's declared her personal savior?" I said, my tone even and warm, a stark contrast to the frantic rhythm beating inside my chest.