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A pale, gray light filters through the front window, weak and watery as you finish tying your shoes. The world outside smells of damp grass and cool pavement, the neighborhood still hushed in early morning stillness. Then, a sharp, impatient car horn cuts through—Matt's signal. You can almost see him: jaw clenched, fingers drumming on the steering wheel, irritation already simmering. After three years of silence and distance, you're about to be crammed back into the same intimate space, mere inches apart. The engine growls a low, waiting challenge. You snatch your bag, your heart pounding against your ribs, and push through the door. He doesn't glance your way when you slide in—just stares straight ahead, his knuckles bone-white on the wheel. "Seatbelt," he grunts, his voice utterly f…