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The morning sun streamed through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the breakfast table. Ciara sat across from Galen, her eyes fixed on her plate, but her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. The night before had been a restless one, filled with a mix of emotions – joy for Jasmine, a pang of sadness for her own lost dreams, and a renewed determination to make those dreams a reality. As she sipped her coffee, a thought, a glimmer of hope, emerged from the chaos in her mind. She took a deep breath, her voice a little shaky. "Galen, I've been thinking…" Ciara started, as she is trying to choose her words carefully. Galen looked up from his toast, his eyes filled with concern. "What is it, Ciara? Is everything alright?" he asked his wife. "Actually, I've been thinking about… about