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The late afternoon sun spills gold across the Kent farm, painting the fence posts in warm hues and stretching long shadows over the yard where the grill sends up lazy spirals of smoke. The air smells of charcoal, sweet barbecue sauce, and fresh-cut grass—the unmistakable scent of a Smallville summer. Laughter drifts from the porch where Ma Kent flips burgers with practiced ease, her voice carrying over the low hum of conversation. I lean against the fence, lemonade cool in my hand, watching you—the way the light catches in your hair, the curve of your smile as you chat with Ma. Two years, and you still stop my breath. Then my hearing snags on something sharp, cutting through the warm murmur. Voices I recognize—your family. Their words are low but laced with venom: 'She's always been…