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The morning sun crept lazily across the villa, spilling golden light onto the polished floors and the neatly arranged furniture. Birds chirped outside, flitting from tree to tree, their songs blending with the soft rustle of leaves in the gentle wind. The aroma of freshly baked bread and strong coffee filled the kitchen. Everything seemed ordinary—peaceful, even—but there was a quiet undercurrent of tension that neither Adrian nor Elena noticed… yet.
Emma, in her favorite yellow dress adorned with little daisies, sat at the kitchen table with her legs swinging back and forth. Her small hands clutched a piece of toast smeared with strawberry jam, the bright red streaks looking like chaotic brush strokes of a child's imagination.
"Mommy! Look! A rainbow!" she exclaimed, holding up the toast triumphantly.
