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The house hummed with the chaos of a tornado in miniature. Sunlight slanted through the living room window, dust motes dancing in the beams, illuminating a carpet of scattered toys and a toppled cup glistening on the hardwood. Laughter—high and unrelenting—echoed from the hallway as Ren and Rion tore past, their tiny feet a drumbeat against the floor. Isaac stood in the kitchen, a mountain of calm in the storm. His blonde hair caught the light as he moved with deliberate precision: filling a cup, slicing fruit, placing everything on the table without a word. The boys, sensing his silent authority, quieted and obeyed. He worked through the day—scrubbing, folding, chasing—his lean frame a steady anchor. When the twins finally napped, he stepped into the dim bedroom, his honey-brown…