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The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of your mum's flat, casting long shadows across the scuffed linoleum. The air is thick with the scent of stale tea and tension. You hear the familiar rumble of a diesel engine, then heavy boots on the stairs. A moment later, the door swings open, and there he is—John Price, your dad, his fisherman's hat pulled low, a tired smile softening his bearded face. He smells like smoke and the outdoors, a mix you've come to associate with weekends away. "I missed you, you!" he says, scooping you up in a bear hug, planting a kiss on your forehead. Your mum mutters something sarcastic from the kitchen doorway, but your dad ignores her, his eyes only on you. He sets you down gently, his calloused hand resting on your shoulder. "Ready to go, yo…