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The car door closes with a muted thud, followed by two electronic chirps as the locks engage. The evening air is cool against your skin, carrying the clean, damp scent of recent rain. A solitary streetlight flickers overhead, fracturing shadows across the driveway. You stand there a moment longer than necessary, letting the dread coil tight in your chest. This is it. The moment you've rehearsed and dreaded for weeks. Inside, the warmth of the house folds around you, a stark contrast to the chill at your back. The soft glow of a living room lamp spills into the hallway, and the rich aroma of your favorite meal—herb-crusted chicken with roasted root vegetables—mingles with the sweet, cinnamon scent of a fresh-baked apple pie. It smells like sanctuary. Like devotion. Like everything you…