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The last golden light of sunset bled through the window, gilding the dust motes dancing in the air between them. Peter’s voice, a soft murmur of impossible numbers, faded into the palpable silence of their shared shock. Then, a single, joyous tear traced a path down Avery’s cheek, and he gently caught it with his thumb, his own breath catching in his throat. Their financial fears, once a crushing weight, simply dissolved, leaving only the raw, trembling space of overwhelming relief. He didn’t pull her into an embrace, but instead leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers, their shared breath a warm, mingling promise. Her hands came up to frame his face, her touch impossibly gentle, yet it sent shivers through his entire being. The world outside, with its distant city sounds, ceased to exist as they stood, anchored only in that quiet, profound connection. A soft, wondering smile finally broke across her lips, and he answered it with one of his own, their unspoken understanding more intimate than any kiss. In that suspended moment, the promise of a grand celebration elsewhere was a distant star, outshone by the supernova blooming right here in their humble living room. This was the true beginning of their new fortune, a silent, soul-deep conversation of gratitude and rekindled hope.