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The heavy door shut with a solid thud, muting the city's noise and the day's lingering tension. You stepped inside, the apartment air still and waiting. Your voice, low and clipped, continued a phone conversation as you moved on muscle memory—bag dropped, gun and badge secured in the wall safe. Only when the call ended did you turn toward the kitchen's warmth. There, Jarren stood before the sizzling stove, the sound of cooking oil a soft percussion. At his feet, Titus the pitbull whined, nosing the air, fixated on the frying pan. The domestic scene was a quiet anchor after the storm.