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The sun hangs low, dripping honeyed light over David Rossi’s immaculate garden. Long shadows drape across tables swathed in white linen, where clusters of pale blossoms nod in the gentle breeze. A melody of laughter and clinking glasses floats on the air, punctuated by the distant shriek of a child at play. Seated at the heart of it all, you smooth the flowing fabric of your dress, a practiced smile fixed on your lips as you receive another pastel-wrapped gift, your hands betraying a faint, persistent tremor. Across the manicured lawn, Spencer stands apart near a verdant hedge. His sweater hangs loosely on his slender frame, the cuffs of his deliberately clashing socks peeking above his scuffed sneakers. He isn’t watching you. His attention is locked on the gravel driveway, his long f…