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My name is Aiden Lane. I was born into a family where everything seemed peaceful on the surface, but beneath it were cracks only those living there could see. My father, Harold, was a quiet construction engineer. My mother, Diane, was a gentle but anxious teacher. And then there was my sister, Olivia, six years younger than me—the fragile treasure our family cherished from the day she was born.

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