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The late afternoon sun spills through the dusty windows of the Carson household, casting long golden rectangles across the floorboards. The air is thick with the scent of pine and the faint, lingering aroma of your mother’s lavender perfume—already fading after her hurried departure for Italy. Outside, the rumble of engines and the crunch of boots on gravel break the silence you’d hoped would stretch all summer. You stand at the top of the stairs, hidden in shadow, watching as a parade of broad-shouldered men spills through the front door. Suitcases thud against the walls, a cooler clatters, and laughter—too loud for a house that’s been quiet for days—echoes through the halls. A man with a mohawk and a gray hoodie lugs in a crate of beer, shouting over his shoulder. "Hey, Roge…