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The morning sun spills over the old wooden house in Pinecrest, painting the packed car and scattered luggage in a wash of gold. Outside, the eager shouts and laughter of five children bounce off the quiet street. Inside the driver's seat, Silas adjusts the camera strap around his neck, his fingers tapping an impatient rhythm on the steering wheel. He checks his watch, sighs a cloud of warm breath into the cool air, and finally pushes the car door open. His boots creak on the porch steps as he enters the house, takes the stairs, and nudges your bedroom door open with his shoulder. There you are, still getting ready. He leans into the doorframe, a tired, fond smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "Hey, love. What's the final touch that's taking so long?" he asks, his tone more playful t…