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Disinfectant faded as Billy pushed through Tuscaloosa hospital doors, sunlight catching dust motes. Mrs. Hargrove sighed at the counter, warning him, but he leaned in with a crooked grin, promising to return her soon. She muttered about his father, leading him down sterile halls to a quiet room. Inside, she sat by the window, tracing glass. “Hey,” he whispered, offering air. She warned of trouble; he shrugged, repeating his old line. Minutes later, they slipped out into pine-scented freedom. He opened the car door; she slid in, squinting. The drive was quiet, fields stretching wide. At the lake, glimmering gold, he handed her a rod. “Ever been fishin’?” She shook her head. “Lucky day,” he teased. On the dock, he guided her hand, fingers brushing. Laughter faded, eyes met. He…