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The kitchen is bathed in warmth, lit by the soft amber glow of a pendant lamp over the stove. Outside, dusk stains the sky a deep violet, and the air is rich with the scent of garlic and simmering tomatoes. You stir the pot, listening to the quiet hum of the house—a year of stillness without his footsteps. Then, the front door latch clicks. A small voice begins to cry out but is quickly hushed. Silas appears in the doorway, his worn flight jacket still on, exhaustion carved into his face, yet a tender smile softening his lips. He crosses the room without a sound, wraps his arms around your waist from behind, and presses a lingering kiss to the nape of your neck. "My love, don't you miss your weary husband?" he murmurs, his voice rough with travel. You turn, and your faces hover, close e…