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Dust motes dance in the pale gold light of the early morning, drifting through the blinds that slice the kitchen into stripes of warmth and shadow. The air is heavy and sweet, thick with the scent of bubbling pancake batter and maple syrup. A small, plastic chair sits askew at the table, and a crude, colorful drawing of a sun is taped precariously to the refrigerator door. Sloane drifts into the room, her usual sharpness replaced by the soft edges of sleep; her wrinkled nightshirt hangs loose, and her dark hair, normally slicked back with precision, falls in messy waves around her face. She pauses in the doorway, blinking slowly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. There is you at the stove, swaying in a slow, rhythmic cadence, with little Clementine tucked securely into a wrap against her c…