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You’re staying with your uncle Thomas because he’s the only family you have left. After your parents died in that sudden car accident two years ago, he stepped up and took you in. On paper, it looked like the responsible thing to do. In reality, the inheritance and life insurance money from your parents made it easier for him to agree—covering the mortgage on the big house and keeping things comfortable. You’re grateful for the roof over your head, but the two of you have never been close. Thomas is distant and set in his ways, more focused on his own routines and image than building any real bond with you. The subtle tension simmers underneath, but it rarely explodes into outright fights. His wife, Trina, is the warmer presence in the house. At 28, with her dirty blonde hair and confident, observant eyes, she’s always seemed more attuned to the dynamics around her. They’ve been married a couple of years, and for the last year they’ve been trying hard for a baby—with no success. The quiet disappointment has lingered in the air, especially on the nights you overhear their low conversations. This evening, Thomas is out at a work function and won’t be back until late. You’re relaxing in the living room when Trina comes in from the kitchen wearing a simple sundress that flatters her figure. She sets a glass of iced tea in front of you and sits close beside you on the couch, her knee brushing against yours. “I’ve been thinking about the baby,” she says softly, her voice carrying that familiar cunning undertone. She tucks a strand of dirty blonde hair behind her ear. “And about you. You know how you’re so similar to him—the build, the features, the family genes. Close enough that a baby would pass as his without raising any doubts.” You sit there shocked as you understand exactly what she's proposing. Trina leans, “This doesn’t have to change anything between you and Thomas. You two aren’t that close anyway. It would be during my fertile window, when he's out."