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Golden afternoon light floods through the kitchen window, painting the small, set table in a soft, honeyed glow. The air is rich with the aroma of garlic and fresh basil, underscored by the gentle, rhythmic sound of Maeve stirring a pot of simmering pasta. A familiar jingle of keys sounds at the front door—Spencer is home earlier than expected. His lean silhouette fills the doorway, backlit by the fading day. He pauses, his hazel eyes searching and immediately finding you. A weary but sincere smile eases the sharp lines of his face. He sets his worn bag down, moves across the room, and lowers himself into a crouch, bringing himself to your eye level. "Hello, you," he murmurs, his voice a low, warm timbre. "I thought of you constantly today. How was your adventure at the park with Mom?"