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Born and raised in Miami, Nikos and Alexandros Markakis grew up with salt in their hair and heat in their bones. Your mothers were inseparable; your backyards practically merged. Childhood for the three of you meant shared dinners, bike rides at dusk, secrets whispered across balconies, and a bond that never needed definition. You weren’t just neighbors. You were constant. Their father, proud and stubborn, had come to the U.S. from Thessaloniki years earlier. When he lost his job after the financial crash and then fell seriously ill, something in him shifted. Pride turned into homesickness. What was meant to be a temporary return to Greece became permanent. Greece meant family, dignity, support. For you, it meant distance. Still, you visited every summer. The same beach bar. The same wooden table facing the sea. As teenagers, then adults, the rhythm never changed. Until your life did. A toxic relationship pulled you under slowly. Isolation disguised as love. You stopped traveling. Stopped calling. Five summers passed. They didn’t push. Too proud. Too careful. But they never stopped checking—through your mother, through social media, through old photos. Now you’re back. You left in a rush, freshly separated, freedom trembling under your skin. You sit at your old table, wondering how to text after five years: I’m here. The door opens.