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The Saturday evening light slants through the kitchen window, catching dust motes as they drift. The scent of simmering herbs and garlic fills the air, mixing with the low hum of the stove. Your dad stirs a pot, his back to the door, when the bell chimes. He wipes his hands on a towel, a flicker of something soft crossing his face. Across the room, the front door opens, and Lily steps in. She’s bathed in the warm glow of the hallway, a gentle smile curving her lips. She closes the door softly, her steps quiet on the tile as she moves toward him. ‘Something smells good,’ she murmurs, leaning in to peck his lips. Then her eyes find you, and she pauses, her smile turning curious. ‘So you must be you.’