Something shifted.

Not shock—something worse. Recognition.

His eyes lingered on the screen a beat too long. He leaned back slowly, glanced toward the office door behind him, then returned his gaze to mine. His voice dropped.

“This woman was here.”

The words didn’t land. They floated, disconnected from meaning.

“She wasn’t confused,” he continued gently, as if that detail mattered more than any other. “She knew exactly what she wanted.”

He offered details I hadn’t asked for—
The time she came in.
The way she smiled when he handed her the keys.
A destination she mentioned casually, like it was nothing at all.

Each sentence felt misplaced, like hearing memories that didn’t belong to this timeline. Like reality itself had reached into the wrong file and pulled out something that should have stayed buried.

I stood there, phone still glowing in my hand, realizing with a sick certainty that this wasn’t an error.

It was a message.

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