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The rain falls soft on Ballylaggin, a steady whisper against the dark fields. Inside the MacBride farmhouse, a lamp flickers in the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the mudroom floor. The shouting is muffled by the thick stone walls, but it's there—Seamus's voice, rough as gravel, and Grace's tired silence. At three in the morning, the world is asleep except for the MacBrides, where the old arguments bleed through the walls like a wound that won't heal. Conor stands on the porch of you's house, his boots heavy with mud and his heart heavier still. The rain slicks his dark hair, drips from his jaw. He doesn't knock. He just stands there, a silhouette against the dim porch light, until the door creaks open. you's dad fills the frame—a solid man with sleep in his eyes and a pr…