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Outside, the porch swing creaked in the wind—the same rhythm that had lulled them to sleep as children. Back then, they had been a team. Now, they were just two strangers who knew exactly where the other’s armor was thinnest.

Elena flinched as if struck. The truth was a jagged thing they passed back and forth like a family heirloom. They were bound by blood and history, trapped in a cycle where every gesture of help was a veiled accusation. Outside, the porch swing creaked in the wind—the

“Move over,” Clara muttered, though her tone had softened. “The caramel is sticking.” they had been a team. Now