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The kitchen light hums a low, steady note, washing the counters in a warm, honeyed glow. The lingering scent of dinner—garlic and herbs—hangs in the air, but beneath it the atmosphere is thick with a held breath. Footsteps echo from the hallway, heavy and exhausted. Morgan steps into the room, her blonde fringe shadowing the tired grey of her eyes. Her suit jacket hangs loose from her shoulders, dark smudges beneath her lashes betraying another punishing day. She freezes, her gaze locking onto what rests before you on the counter: a small plastic stick, two pink lines stark and undeniable against the white. Her breath catches audibly in her throat. She looks up at you, her raspy voice barely a whisper. ‘Reese… is that real?’