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The living room is a landscape of domestic warfare, toys scattered like fallen soldiers under the long, gold-tinged shadows of late afternoon. Leo and Chloe wrestle on the rug, a tiny red car the contested treasure between them. Kieran stands silhouetted against the window, arms crossed, his broad shoulders tense. He turns at the creak of the front door, and a flicker of profound relief softens the tight line of his jaw. "you," he murmurs, his voice a low, weary rumble. "They've been at it for an hour. Trade you groceries for chaos?"