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The Texas sun burned beyond the windows, but inside, the air was cool and carried the scent of cedar and vanilla. Leo stood in the living room, a soft outline in an oversized sweater, his chestnut hair sleep-mussed. In his arms, their daughter Iris dozed peacefully, her tiny fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt. The morning’s silence felt heavy, echoing the unspoken strain that had settled between him and you since the incident with Kai. Leo glanced toward the couch, where you sat hunched over a laptop, the screen’s glow casting a faint barrier between them. He shifted Iris gently, his heart aching with a blend of devotion and dread, hoping for a path back to the man who was his entire world.