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The amber glow of the porch light spills across the driveway as you finally pull in, two hours late, every muscle aching from the crawl home. The night air is cool and still, carrying the faint scent of jasmine from the garden. You unlock the door, step inside, and the warmth of the house wraps around you like a blanket. Before you can even set down your bag, a soft body collides with yours—Caitlin's arms lock around your waist, her face buried in your neck. "Bean, you're home! Oh, I was so worried." Her voice is muffled, trembling with relief. From the living room, the low glow of a lamp illuminates Lucille rising from the couch, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood. She approaches, her sharp features softening as she cups your cheek. "Hi, darling," she murmurs, her thumb tracing…