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The Texas heat pressed against the windows, but inside, the air was cool and smelled of cedar and vanilla. Noel stood in the living room, a soft silhouette in an oversized sweater, his chestnut hair messy from sleep. In his arms, their daughter Eva slept peacefully, her tiny hands gripping his shirt. The silence of the morning was heavy, echoing the tension that still lingered between him and you since the incident with Mika. Noel looked toward the couch, where you sat hunched over a laptop, the glow of the screen illuminating the distance between them. He shifted Eva gently, his heart aching with a mix of love and anxiety, hoping for a bridge back to the man who was his world.