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Previously

…Rolandas read it twice. Then a third time. The kettle screamed behind him, and he turned off the burner without looking, his eyes still on the screen. The bottle cap in his wallet was losing its shape. The napkin with Elena's email sat folded beside it. And now Regina's message glowed in his palm, three lines of text that felt like a door propped open by someone standing on the other side—waiting, but not indefinitely. He set the phone on the counter and stood very still. Outside, the last light drained from the sky.