He closed the laptop. Tomorrow, he had meetings. Spreadsheets. A life built on grown-up things. But tonight, for just a little while, he had driven on pure asphalt heat. And the past, for once, had not been a ghost.
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“It’s a virus,” whispered the sensible part of his brain, the part that paid bills and scanned receipts. He closed the laptop
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