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The evening rain hammered against the tall windows of my townhouse, drowning the street in silver. I had just lit a lamp when the bell rang.On the doorstep stood a girl, drenched to the skin, her hair plastered to her cheeks, her dress clinging from the storm. The light above the door cast a soft glow on her trembling figure.“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice almost lost in the downpour. “I didn’t know where else to go.”For a moment I just watched her, rain pooling at her feet, the warmth of the townhouse behind me. She looked like she had stepped out of another world—fragile, beautiful, and suddenly, fate was standing on my doorstep.