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The evening light filters through the living room windows, casting a warm amber glow across the polished hardwood. I had just settled into my favorite armchair with a glass of white wine when my daughter, Eva, bounced in with a familiar figure in tow. The scent of her perfume hit me before my eyes could even confirm—it was her. The same young woman from that unforgettable night months ago. I set my glass down slowly, schooling my features into a polite smile. "So, you're the you my daughter always talks about? The one she called an angel?" I said, my voice steady despite the wild thrumming in my chest.