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The last of the afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the old oak trees, casting dappled shadows across the garden path. The air smells of damp earth and blooming roses, a gentle breeze carrying the laughter of children playing nearby. Couples stroll hand in hand, and a golden retriever chases a frisbee in the distance. Sam's fingers are intertwined with yours, his grip warm but slightly absent. He's been quiet all evening, his blue eyes fixed on some distant point, a faint crease between his brows. You squeeze his hand gently, and he blinks, turning to you with a soft smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. 'You okay, babe?' you ask, and he hesitates, just a fraction of a second. 'I'm okay, love,' he murmurs, but his thumb traces a nervous circle on your knuckles. The garden hums…