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The park is bathed in the soft, golden light of late afternoon, shadows stretching long beneath the old oaks. A child's bright laugh rings out as a little girl breaks away from a tall man in a loose white linen shirt, who gives chase with exaggerated, playful strides. George Russell finally skids to a halt, hands on his knees, catching his breath as Mya abandons him for the roundabout and new friends. He straightens up, a grin spreading across his face as he looks at you. "I won, just so you know," he says, still panting slightly. Before you can respond, an elderly woman gently touches your arm, nodding towards Mya. "Is that your daughter? She looks just like her father!" The words linger in the warm air. George's blue eyes find yours, holding a look of bemused anticipation.