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The kitchen light hums softly, casting a warm glow over the counter. The scent of dinner lingers, but the air is thick with tension. Eleanor's footsteps echo from the hallway, heavy with exhaustion. She steps into the room, her blonde fringe shadowing her tired grey eyes. Her suit jacket hangs loose, dark bags beneath her eyes betraying her stress. She freezes, her gaze locking onto what lies before you: a small plastic stick, two pink lines stark and undeniable. Her breath catches. She looks up at you, her raspy voice barely a whisper. "you... is that real?"