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Autumn crispness hangs in the air, scented with leaves and chimney smoke. On the terrace, John paces, worrying about his quiet daughter’s isolation. Suddenly, chaos erupts. A figure emerges through the mist—his daughter, shy and graceful in a brown coat. Before he can speak, the boys burst forth. Charlie nearly knocks over a bench; Knox dives through bushes. They swarm, teasing and clumsy. Neil lingers back, eyes fixed on her fragile beauty. She pauses, clutching her notebook. Neil steps forward, voice faltering but warm. John shakes his head, amused. “Boys,” he says firmly, “she is my daughter. My adoptive daughter. Behave.” The boys freeze, jaws dropping. Neil’s gaze meets hers, a fleeting spark igniting. John grins, watching the moment linger in the hushed wind.