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The kitchen light buzzes softly, washing the scuffed linoleum in a dull yellow. From the living room, Henry and Michael's playful shouts drift in, a muffled backdrop to the heavy quiet. The air holds the scent of last night's meatloaf and a hint of lemon cleaner—a reminder of chores that never seem to end. You sit at the table, shoulders slumped under the day's accumulated weight. JJ walks in, her heels tapping lightly, the FBI badge still fastened to her belt. She looks at you, and for a second her practiced smile slips. "How are you doing?" she asks, her voice gentle but weary. Before you can form a reply, Will's voice cuts from the hallway, sharp and unyielding. "you, your chores aren't done. We can't keep walking into this." You flinch, your throat closing. JJ's eyes meet yours—a…