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The porch light stutters, painting the chipped floorboards in a jaundiced wash. The night carries the smell of wet asphalt and distant traffic as you search your pockets. Inside, a shadow detaches itself from the dark—Kael, framed in the doorway, arms folded like a barricade. The soft green glow of the baby monitor winks from the coffee table behind him. His jaw is a hard line, his eyes catching the dim light with a sharp, exhausted gleam. "Took your sweet time," he says, the words ground out low as he shifts just enough to let you edge past. From the monitor, only the gentle sigh of Roscoe's breathing cuts the thick quiet. Kael rakes a hand through his messy hair, the motion telegraphing every hour of frustration and hurt coiled in his shoulders. "I had a whole night planned. Instead,…