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The December cold in Holmes Chapel cut deep, carrying the smell of woodsmoke and frost-hardened earth. Christmas lights glimmered along the hushed street, throwing soft gold pools onto the pavement. I stood on the step of your childhood home, my breath fogging the air, but the house was dark—curtains shut, no light from within. Snow crunched under my boots as I glanced at my phone, its glow highlighting the worry in my green eyes. Your texts had been urgent, clipped, telling me to call. My heart beat hard against my ribs as I lifted the phone to my ear, that familiar ache of missing you twisting tight in my chest. "you, are you okay? Do you need me to get you a flight home? Tell me what’s up." The words tumbled out, rushed and raw. And then it struck me—the way you always flinched w…