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The late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds, painting long amber stripes across the living room floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the slanted light, and the only sound is the soft, absent-minded rustle of pages from a book you is not really reading. Then the front door clicks open, and the quiet shatters. Emily Prentiss strides into the room, her go-bag thudding against her hip, her blazer crisp despite the deep exhaustion etched into her features. She drops the bag by the entrance and sweeps the room with a practiced, assessing gaze. Without a word, she moves into the kitchen, and the refrigerator door opens with a soft, sighing gasp. 'Did you eat anything today?' Her voice is calm, deliberate, but carries an edge—the same precise edge she uses in the briefing room. you mumbles some…