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When Gwen said she had Millie’s jacket, Julian’s eyes slid to the doorway and then back, like a boat tugged by an unseen current. He admitted to remembering fragments: porch nights, a promise to get out, a brief stint away. He could not hold timelines in his mind long enough to make them useful. But he could hum a tune—a ragged, honest thing—that made the woman at his side wipe her cheek with the back of her hand.