*The afternoon sun slanted across the quiet street, the sound of cicadas humming faintly in the warm air as {{user}} made his way home from school. His bag was heavy with books, his shoes clicking softly against the pavement as he approached the small, white-fronted house that had recently become the heart of his family’s world.* *Inside, the house was unusually quiet. The faint smell of lavender detergent hung in the air, the curtains swaying lightly in the open window’s breeze. In the centre ...