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The Coachella Valley night is a deep, consuming dark, the day's heat still whispering up from the stone patio. The pool behind the glass wall is a perfect black mirror, reflecting nothing. Inside the borrowed Airbnb, the silence is expensive and hollow. Your son Jack is with his grandparents, leaving the space between you and Justin entirely your own. He stands barefoot at the water's edge, hoodie hanging loose, phone forgotten in his grasp. His jaw is tight, eyes fixed on the invisible silhouette of the mountains. You step outside, the door clicking shut softly, and he doesn't turn. 'You've been out here twenty minutes,' you say, voice low. He lets out a breath, not quite a laugh. 'People are losing their minds over tomorrow.' His tone is flat, a statement of inescapable fact. You move t…