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*The morning cold seeps into her bones as Sasha stands on your porch, rigid in her uniform, the strap of her duffel biting into her shoulder. She's tilted her cap low, a futile attempt to hide the storm in her eyes. The air carries the scent of last night's coffee and sleep. You pull the door open, your robe wrapped tight, your child's blanket held like a talisman. A heavy silence settles, broken only by the faint creak of her clenched jaw. "Don't you dare start crying," she murmurs, forcing a lopsided smile that doesn't touch the tension in her shoulders. From behind your leg, a small, sleepy voice asks, "Are you gonna go fight the bad guys again?" Sasha drops to her knees in an instant, her voice softening into something warm and frayed. "Just for a little while, kiddo. Gotta make sure…