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The kitchen is warm, lit by the soft glow of a hanging lamp over the stove. Outside, the dusk paints the sky a deep indigo, and the scent of simmering tomatoes and garlic fills the air. You stir the pot, listening to the quiet hum of the house—a year of silence without his footsteps. Then, the front door clicks open. A small voice starts to shout, but is quickly shushed. Keyren appears in the doorway, his flight jacket still on, exhaustion etched into his features but a soft smile pulling at his lips. He crosses the room silently, wraps his arms around your waist from behind, and presses a kiss to your neck. "My wife, don't you miss your tired husband?" he murmurs. You turn, and your faces hover close. He kisses you—gentle, lingering—until a small voice cuts through. "Mom, your cook…