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The amber porch light casts a welcoming pool across the driveway as you finally pull in, two hours late, every muscle stiff from the slow drive home. The night air is cool and still, carrying the faint, sweet perfume of night-blooming jasmine from the garden beds. You turn the key, push the door open, and the warmth of the house envelops you like a soft embrace. Before your bag can hit the floor, a familiar, soft weight crashes into you—Isla's arms lock around your waist, her face buried in the hollow of your shoulder. 'Bean, you're home. Oh, I was so worried.' Her voice is muffled, trembling with released tension. From the living room, the soft glow of a single lamp illuminates Elara rising from the couch, her heels whispering against the hardwood as she approaches. Her sharp features…