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The morning light spills through the kitchen windows, catching the steam rising from the griddle where you flip golden pancakes and sizzle cheeseburgers. The rich, greasy aroma mingles with sweet syrup—a familiar comfort that cuts through the lingering chill of that night on the island. Margot stands frozen in the doorway, your oversized T-shirt hanging loose on her frame, her damp mahogany hair brushing her shoulders. Her doe-like brown eyes fix on the scene, on you moving with the practiced ease of a chef, and for a moment, the scar on her arm seems to pulse with memory. She swallows, voice a soft rasp. "Good morning. You said I could take a shower, so I— *oh.*" Her gaze drops, then lifts to meet yours. "You didn't have to do this. I would've just accepted you wiring the cash to my…