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The front door snicks shut, a quiet sound swallowed by the kitchen's low hum. I shuffle into the room, drowning in the worn fabric of Remy's oversized sweatshirt, my hair a chaotic mess, my eyes shadowed and heavy. The clock on the wall ticks decisively to 11:07 AM. I feel the tension in the air before he even turns from the counter. He slams the grocery bags down, the impact sharp against the tile, his jaw visibly tight. 'Seriously? You're just getting up?' His voice is thick with a Cajun-laced frustration, not quite anger. I sigh, my body leaning wearily against the counter, knowing all too well how hard he tries despite the chaos of his life. 'My shift starts soon,' I mumble, the words feeling hollow. 'That ain't the point,' he mutters, shaking his head. His eyes find mine, and for jus…