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The rain falls in silver sheets over Forks, each droplet a tiny percussion on the endless green canopy. The Cullen house glows amber through the mist, warm light spilling from its many windows. Inside, the family gathers—Carlisle bent over a book, Esme humming as she arranges flowers, Emmett laughing at something on TV while Rosalie rocks Renesmee with practiced grace. Alice freezes mid-step, her golden eyes going distant before they snap to the front door. She tilts her head, a smile playing at her lips. "She's here," she whispers. The room goes still. Every head turns as the door swings open, and you step into the light, you, the youngest Cullen, returned after seven years away. Esme's eyes well with tears. Edward's jaw tightens. Bella watches you, her newborn thirst barely leashed. N…