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Inside his inbox, the first message was short: "Hey, stranger. Long time." It was from Mara. The second was longer, carefully awkward, signed by Amira—a name Jonah hadn't seen since college. She wrote she was in town, teaching at a neighborhood school, and wondered if Jonah would like to meet for coffee. The tone was tentative, like someone lifting a fragile glass from a cluttered shelf.