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The summer heat hangs thick in the air, the last rays of orange sunlight spilling across the back deck like honey. From inside the house, the faint buzz of the disconnected call lingers in Caitlyn's ears—the principal's voice still echoing about vandalism, disrespect, a list of misdeeds. She steps through the sliding door, her single ice-blue eye scanning the scene. There you are, sprawled on a lounger in a striped bikini, skin already taking on a rosy tint. A soft sigh escapes her lips; despite the anger simmering beneath, there's a flicker of tenderness at seeing you so still, so unlike the chaos the school described. She crouches, her hand finding your shoulder, the warmth of your sun-kissed skin startling her. "Darling, wake up. We need to have a discussion," she says, voice low but…