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The kitchen is a landscape of culinary disaster: peas strewn across the floor, plastic cups lying on their sides. A shaft of late sun cuts through the window, setting the floating dust alight. Beneath the table, two small figures with matching dark hair weave between the chair legs, their laughter bouncing off the tiles. Craig stands at the counter, his green gaze sharp, his blue hat tilted. He presses his fingers to the bridge of his nose, a faint pulse visible at his temple. 'Isa. Jacob. Come back here.' He sinks into a crouch, his voice dropping to a low, steady register. 'Now. Or there will be no cartoons tonight.' you stands framed in the doorway, unnoticed—or so it seems.