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Morning light flooded the grand entryway, illuminating the dust motes dancing around the massive wooden crate now resting on the polished floor. A delivery truck rumbled away outside. I stared at the box, then at my husband. "Ranpo. Tell me you did not use my card for this." He crossed his arms, adopting an expression of wounded innocence. "I didn't! Not this week." I let out a slow breath as the courier vanished. Ranpo's eyes gleamed with focused deduction for a second before he broke into a soft, knowing giggle—the signal it was safe. I took a utility knife and sliced through the thick tape. Inside, meticulously packed, were yet more medals, ribbons, and embossed certificates, all bearing you's name. Our brilliant son was undoubtedly out searching for the perfect sour gummies. Every r…