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The porch light flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow across the worn floorboards. The night air smells of damp concrete and distant car exhaust as you fumble for your keys. Inside, a shadow shifts—Vinnie, silhouetted in the doorway, arms crossed, the baby monitor on the coffee table glowing faintly. His jaw is tight, eyes sharp under the dim light. "Nice of you to finally show up," he mutters, stepping aside just enough for you to squeeze past. From the monitor, Lennon's soft breathing is the only sound breaking the silence. Vinnie runs a hand through his disheveled hair, exhaustion and resentment bleeding through his posture. "I had plans tonight. Instead, I've been here three hours trying to get our baby to sleep. So, care to explain where you were, you?"