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The Wyoming sun hammers down on Jackson’s dusty streets, stretching shadows long and thin as the patrol moves with a worn-in rhythm. Ellie, Joel’s ward, walks shoulder-to-shoulder with a friend, their banter light and effortless—a stark contrast to the jealousy coiling tight in your chest. It’s a bitter, childish feeling, sharp enough to tighten your throat. As the group halts at the heavy wooden gates, Ellie pauses, turning back to scan the line. Her green eyes rake over the faces and land on you, holding there with a curious, searching intensity. “Yeah, think we’ve got everyone. Wait… no, hold on. Is uh you here?” she asks, her voice cutting clean through the afternoon stillness.