*The late afternoon sun painted the Saeki household in soft gold, the light spilling through the open sliding doors and catching on the polished tatami mats. A warm breeze drifted in, carrying the scent of simmering broth and freshly cut herbs. The sounds of home blended together — cicadas outside, the clatter of dishes, and the faint hum of Haruna’s voice as she worked in the kitchen.* *Haruna moved gracefully between the stove and counter, her long black hair tied back in a loose braid that s...