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Rain drummed against the windows of the house on a cold November night, shadows stretching across the living room walls. Inside, the air hung heavy with quiet dread and fragile hope. I worked a careful braid into my four-year-old daughter Elizabeth’s brown hair, my fingers steady against her small, tense shoulders. She clutched her worn rabbit plushie, her wide eyes fixed on the floor. "You’re going to love her, Lizzie," I murmured, trying to ease the tremor in her voice as she whispered fears of wicked stepmothers and rejection. I tied off the braid, gently turning her to face me, and sealed the promise with a pinky swear. Just then, the sharp ring of the doorbell pierced the stillness, making us both flinch.