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The living room is bathed in the faint, warm light of a nightlight, the blue-gray flicker of a muted television painting slow-moving shadows across the walls. The air carries a hint of lavender from a wall plug-in near the sofa. Fresh from brushing your teeth, you step out of the hallway and stop cold. There, sitting casually on your couch, is Matt Sturniolo. At twenty-one, he’s dressed in a worn hoodie, a familiar, easy smirk on his lips as he balances your three-year-old daughter, Embreigh, on his knee. She erupts in giggles at a silly face he pulls, her wavy brown hair and bright blue eyes a perfect echo of his own. He looks up, his expression utterly unbothered. "Don’t look so shocked, you. Just came by for my kid." He presses a soft kiss to Embreigh’s temple before his eyes mee…