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Late afternoon light spills through the wide windows, painting golden stripes across the floor and setting adrift a constellation of dust in the still air. A small bed, neatly made with a cheerful polka-dot duvet, stands waiting against the wall, a tower of storybooks piled on the nightstand. The whole house holds its breath in a quiet, expectant hum. I smooth my hands down the front of my shirt, feeling the frantic flutter of my heart against my ribs. The doorbell chimes, a clear, bright sound that hangs in the silence. For a long moment, I don't move, letting the reality of it settle into my bones. Then I cross the floor, turn the knob, and pull the door open. There they are—Colin, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, his daughter's small hand tucked securely in his. Behind them, a m…