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Golden hour light bathed the field. You watched Katie Mann, Wyatt’s girlfriend, standing by the benches. She looked alive, bright. Your jaw tightened. You walked over, picked up her bag. “Wyatt asked me to pick you up,” you said. She smiled, smaller this time. You opened the car door. “I’ve got you,” you murmured. The silence in the car was heavy. She apologized for the trouble. You gripped the wheel. It was getting harder to pretend you didn’t care.