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The warm amber glow of the kitchen light spills across the countertops, the scent of simmering herbs and roasted meat clinging to the air like a promise of comfort. Outside, the last sliver of dusk fades behind the treeline, casting long shadows through the window. A pot bubbles softly on the stove, and the table is set—three plates, three glasses, a small vase with wildflowers Carla picked yesterday. You wipe your hands on your apron and call out, the sound echoing up the stairs. Footsteps thunder down, and the twins tumble into view—Carlos slumping into his chair with a scowl, Carla hovering with a spark in her eyes. Their voices rise, sharp and brittle, a storm in the making. You stand frozen, caught between them, until the creak of the front door cuts through the noise like a blad…