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Rain hammered the windowpanes as Silas shouldered the door open, Finn wailing on his hip. Inside, the living room held a pocket of golden warmth against the howling night. Dusty and Cody were settled on the couch, bottles in hand. Dusty chuckled, his arm draped around his boy’s shoulders. “You did good today, kiddo.” Cody giggled, snuggling closer. Silas shook off the downpour, fixing the squirming child with a stern look. “We are going inside. You will not catch a cold out here.”