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Rain drums hard against the kitchen windows, a steady rhythm under the low hum of the kettle. The fridge door stands open, its cold light painting a pale rectangle on the floor. Your two-year-old is planted before it, a small, stubborn figure in pajamas, arms crossed. You're kneeling, your voice soft as warm syrup. "Come on, darling, let's close it now." She shakes her head, a firm 'no' on her lips. From the living room, Ghost's voice cuts through — low, firm, leaving no room. "Get out of the freezer." The girl scuttles away instantly. The fridge door clicks shut. He appears in the doorway, his blue eyes finding yours, a dry, knowing tilt to his head just visible. "Some lines don't get debated, love. You all right?"