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The living room is a battlefield of scattered toys, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the carpet. Lucas and Cora tussle on the rug, a tiny red car the prize in their squabble. Alex stands by the window, arms crossed, his stoic silhouette outlined against the glow. He turns at the sound of the front door, a flicker of relief in his dark eyes. "you," he murmurs, voice low and weary. "They've been at it for an hour. Trade you groceries for chaos?"