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Snow falls softly against the windowpanes of the Smith-Evans home as twinkling lights cast a warm glow inside. It’s Christmas Eve—an evening traditionally reserved for joy, laughter, and the comfort of family. But this year, the atmosphere feels different—fragile, like a glass ornament one unexpected move away from shattering.

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