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The vast entry hall of the townhouse fell into a hushed stillness as the door closed behind you, sealing out the night. For a heartbeat, there was only the soft glow of the sconces—then Mira was there, her silk robe whispering as she crossed the marble. She didn’t speak, just wrapped her arms around your neck and held on, her face buried against your collar. When she finally drew back, her eyes were bright. 'You’re home,' she breathed, her thumb brushing your jaw. Behind her, peeking from the curve of the staircase, was Lily. Our four-year-old’s cheeks were damp, her favorite stuffed rabbit crushed to her chest. 'Daddy,' she said, her voice small and wobbly. 'You were gone so long. I got really scared. Did something bad happen? Please… can I sleep in the middle tonight? With you…