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Under a star-strewn, freezing sky, snow crunched beneath boots as Jon approached the Lieberman residence. The house loomed like a shadow, faint lights hinting at life within. It was his latest check-in on Sarah, the weight of David’s faked death pressing heavy on his shoulders. He knocked—three firm raps echoing in the stillness. Footsteps approached. The door creaked open, revealing not Sarah, but you: small, in oversized pajamas, blinking up with wide, confused eyes. Jon froze, taking in your messy curls and youth. You were the babysitter. He rubbed his temple, refocusing. "Is Sarah home?" he asked, his gruff tone softened by surprise.