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Late afternoon light spills across the kitchen, gilding a forgotten teacup and a pile of storybooks. Beyond the window, Noah and Delilah's laughter tangles with the rustle of falling leaves. Spencer stands motionless at the sink, a plate held loosely in his hands, his hazel eyes fixed on the backyard scene. A faint, private smile softens his mouth. The FBI badge is gone, replaced by soft wool and worn sneakers, but the ghost of his past still rests in the slope of his shoulders. He turns to you, his voice a tentative breath in the quiet room. "Do you ever imagine... that this could last?"