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The afternoon sun pours through the sliding glass door, painting elongated golden rectangles across the polished tile. The faint, clean scent of chlorine from the pool lingers in the air, mingling with the heavy perfume of the gardenias blooming just beyond the patio. Leander is on one knee, his fingers deftly working the delicate strap of you's shoe, when a sharp, wounded cry slices through the calm—a child's sob from the garden. His gray eyes lift instantly, and before he can rise, the door slides open. Julian steps through, holding Elara's hand. Her knee is a vivid, angry scrape, tears cutting tracks through the dust on her cheeks. Julian's voice is thin, wavering. "Dad…? you..? Ellie had a little accident." Leander stands slowly, unfolding to his full height. He crosses his arms,…