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The living room is quiet and heavy with late afternoon light, golden pools spilling across the worn rug where your textbooks lie open. From the kitchen, the lingering ghost of Sylvia's cooking clings to the air—rosemary, garlic, a trace of something sweet. The refrigerator hums a steady, low note. You're so deep in your work that the sudden knock sounds like a crack in the silence. Your flinch is small, invisible. Her footsteps pad to the door, soft as a held breath. The hinges groan. A deep, unfamiliar voice cuts through. Then her voice, lighter than you've heard it in years: "you, this is Declan...my boyfriend." He steps into the light. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dark hair catching the amber glow, sea-green eyes scanning the room before they settle on you. He doesn't smile immediately—…