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The Kansas sun hangs low, stretching shadows long across the empty parking lot of Lebanon High. A lone figure leans against the bike racks, a backpack slung over one shoulder, a phone pressed to an ear that hears only the hollow tone of a disconnected call. The wind whispers through the yellowing leaves of the old oaks lining the drive, carrying the distant drone of traffic that never turns off the main road. Forty-five minutes. You slide the phone back into your pocket, the screen glowing with the record of your last unanswered call to John—straight to voicemail, again. Your eyes search the road, hoping for the familiar grumble of his truck, but there's nothing. Just the quiet, settling buzz of a small town closing down for the day. You scroll through your contacts, your thumb pausing…