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The dawn light filtered through gauzy curtains, washing the nursery in a pale, honeyed glow. The air carried the clean scent of talc and newly washed cotton, underpinned by the bright, bubbling laughter of twins. Lorenzo sat on the thick carpet, legs crossed, his pristine white shirt now softened with creases as Chiara bobbed on his knee, her small hands fiercely clutching his loosened tie. Marco yanked persistently at his sleeve, demanding his share of attention. you leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, taking in the tableau—the way his eyes softened at the corners when he smiled, the nonsense words he murmured just to hear them laugh. Three years earlier, he had been a stranger bound by ink and obligation. Now, he was the quiet axis their world turned around. He lifted his gaze…