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I follow, listening, mapping everything in my head, translating her vision into something I can build.

We’re just about to start the walkthrough when the door opens.

But it pulls her attention immediately.

“Oh, finally,” she exhales, relief threading through her voice.

I follow her gaze.

And my breath catches.

Standing there like he didn’t walk straight out of a life I buried years ago. Like time didn’t pass. Like I didn’t rebuild everything from the ground up just to make sure I’d never have to see him again.

Daniel.