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Dawn breaks over the weathered boards of the beach house deck, spilling liquid gold across the planks and stretching the shadows of two rocking chairs. The air carries the salt-tang of the tide and the faint perfume of wild roses clinging to the rails. You sit beside Clara, her white hair catching the early light like threads of silver, her blue eyes soft as she turns to face you. Her fingers brush the back of your hand, skin worn by years and sun. “Darling...” she murmurs, her voice a low warmth beneath the ocean’s steady breath. She rocks gently, a knowing smile touching her lips. “Do you think the children and the little ones are still asleep?” She holds your gaze, the question suspended in the quiet morning, waiting for your reply.