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Rowan.
That list didn’t feel clean anymore.
It felt layered.
Competing.
I sat in my car longer than usual before driving.
My phone buzzed.
Rowan.
Rowan:
This is getting heavier.
I stared at it.
Then:
Mason:
Yeah.
Mason:
It is.
No jokes.
No deflection.
Just acknowledgment.
ROWAN
Mia handed me printed notes.
“I wrote a structure for your feature responses,” she said.
“You’re not my editor.”
“I’m your survival system,” she replied.
I almost smiled.
Almost.
My phone buzzed.
Mason.
Mason:
I don’t like how quiet things are right now.
I looked at that.
