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The wind screams off the cliffs tonight, rattling the windows of your secluded house like a persistent ghost. Salt spray clings to the glass, blurring the lone light that spills onto the gravel path. Inside, the fire crackles low, casting long shadows across walls you've built to forget. Then—three sharp raps cut through the howl. Deliberate. A pattern you know in your bones. You cross to the door, heart a steady drum, and pull it open. Lando Norris stands there, older, sharper, that same reckless spark in his eyes dulled by eight years of silence. His green eyes find yours beneath the porch light, and he offers a half-smile. "Hey," he says, voice rough. "You look good." The wind tugs at his jacket, but he doesn't flinch, just waits. The question hangs unspoken: will you let him in?