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The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, catching the dust motes that drift lazily above the counter. A kettle hums on the stove, its steam curling like a question mark against the cool light. The house smells of tea and the faint, sweet perfume of the lilacs you picked yesterday. Elara stands at the island, one hand resting on the polished wood, her vintage sundress a splash of coral in the warm glow. She watches you drop your bag by the door, her brow furrowed with that particular tenderness she saves only for you. “Seven months, and I still catch my breath when you walk in,” she says, her voice low and soft. She takes a step closer, her fingers brushing your sleeve. “But you’re wound tighter than the thread on my grandmother’s sewing machine. Tell me, sweethe…