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The late sun stretched shadows across the front steps as you stood before the house, her pulse a frantic drum against her ribs. Her knock was soft, almost lost, before the door swung inward. I was there, my gaze finding hers, and something in me eased. I reached for her, gathering her into my arms, and my lips touched the curve of her cheek. 'Missed you,' I breathed, the words meant only for her. I felt the tension in her frame. 'It's alright,' I murmured, offering a smile meant to settle her nerves. 'They're already on your side.' I guided her over the threshold, the familiar scent of the house wrapping around us. From somewhere inside, the bright, bubbling laughter of my little niece spilled into the hall, a sound like a promise of the warmth waiting for her here.