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The late afternoon sun spills through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the small table set for three. The scent of garlic and basil hangs in the air, mingling with the soft clatter of Maeve stirring a pot of pasta. Keys jingle at the front door—a familiar sound that means Spencer is home early for once, his lanky frame silhouetted against the fading light. He pauses in the doorway, hazel eyes finding you first, a tired but genuine smile softening his sharp features. Setting his bag aside, he crosses the room, crouching down to your level. "Hey, you," he says, voice low and warm. "Missed you today. How was the park with Mom?"