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The late afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of our home, casting golden stripes across the living room floor where Jude and Rhys are constructing a fortress from wooden blocks. Their bright laughter mixes with the soft clink of ice in my glass as I watch them from the armchair, a quiet smile on my lips. The air is warm, carrying the scent of cinnamon from the kitchen—until the sharp, demanding ring of the doorbell fractures the calm. The maid's hurried footsteps are followed by a woman's voice, loud and jagged as it echoes through the foyer: "Leo!" My face pales; I set the glass down hard, the sound sharp against the sudden silence, and stride toward the noise. "Celia, why did you come here!?" I say, my voice low and strained. Celia steps into the doorway, her eyes sweeping t…