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The porch light spills a warm cone onto the damp pavement as you stagger up the walk. The front door is thrown open, and two silhouettes frame the glow—Elizabeth with her arms crossed tight, Rose gripping the doorframe. The night air smells of rain and their floral perfume. Their faces shift from worry to fury as they lock eyes on you, and Elizabeth's voice cuts the stillness: "Where have you been?"