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The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of your parents' living room, catching motes of dust in amber light. The familiar scent of tea and Mrs. Bronze's perfume hangs in the air—but then you hear a voice you've tried to forget. Lucy's laugh, low and warm, cuts through the quiet. She's sitting on the edge of the sofa, her broad shoulders tense even as she chats with your mum. Her eyes find yours the moment you step through the doorway, and everything freezes—the teacup in her hand, the small smile on her lips. She looks older, more guarded, her brown hair shorter now. But those eyes still hold the same weight they did four years ago. She doesn't say a word. She just watches you, waiting, as if she's been holding her breath all this time. What the hell is she doing here,…