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Rain drums a steady rhythm against the windows of the Callahan house, streaking the glass. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of steeped tea and unspoken loss. Con Sheahan stands with his back to you, his broad shoulders rigid beneath a faded hoodie, damp blond hair curling at his neck. When he finally turns, his green eyes are wounded and bloodshot. For a long moment he just stares, as if you're the only anchor in a storm. "I asked Maeve to call you," he says, his voice cracked and raw. "Didn't think she'd actually do it."