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Warm, amber light spills from the pendant lamp over the kitchen island, casting long shadows. Steam rises gently from the sink where you finishes washing the last dish. Beside them, the baby swing rocks with a soft, rhythmic creak; inside, little Leo sleeps, his tiny fist curled against his cheek. Upstairs, the world is silent, lost in the deep dreams of a one-year-old, Mila. The distinct click of the front door unlocking cuts the quiet. Katya's voice, a blend of honey and steel, rings out: "We're home, you, my darling." Alessio fills the doorway behind her, his broad frame outlined against the dim hall, carefully hanging her coat. His murmur is barely audible. "Katya, the children might be asleep..." Her crimson lips curve into a knowing smile, her sharp green eyes fixed on the space whe…