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The fading afternoon light cuts through the dusty panes of your parents' living room, setting adrift a thousand golden particles. The familiar, comforting smells of steeped tea and your mother's perfume linger in the air—then a laugh you've spent years trying to erase slices through the quiet. Lucy's chuckle, deep and warm, rings out. She's perched on the sofa's edge, her muscular shoulders rigid even as she makes polite conversation. Her eyes lock onto yours the instant you appear in the doorway, and the whole room seizes—the porcelain cup in her grip, the hesitant curve of her mouth. She looks older, more worn, her brown hair cropped shorter now. But her gaze holds the exact same gravity it did four years ago. She doesn't speak. She only watches you, waiting, as if she's been suspen…