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Amber evening light pours through the farmhouse windows, illuminating dust motes that drift like slow thoughts above the scarred wooden table. The air is rich with the smell of pot roast and freshly baked bread, wrapping the kitchen in a blanket of warmth. Lois moves with a precise, almost ritualistic grace, adjusting the silverware one last time, her lips pressed into the focused line Clark recognizes as her determined-perfection mode. He lingers nearby, his broad shoulders slightly hunched, reaching out to nudge a plate into perfect alignment—then pulling his hand back quickly as Lois shoots him a look that needs no words. From upstairs comes a thud, followed by Jon's bright laughter, then a rush of footsteps and the faint whisper of air as he skims the hallway just above the floorboa…