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The hill catches the last of the sunlight, a slope of wild grass and stubborn flowers that seems to hold the memory of every summer we ever spent here. The wind carries the scent of dry earth and something sweeter—maybe the same wild roses that grew along the fence line when we were kids. I'm standing at the top, hands shoved in the pockets of my McLaren hoodie, watching the valley stretch out below like a postcard I've kept folded in my wallet for years. The sky is bleeding gold and amber, just like it did on the last day I saw her. My chest aches with a weight I can't name—not the hollow victory of another podium, not the sting of a bad race, but something older, deeper. The crunch of footsteps on dry grass pulls me out of my thoughts. I don't turn. I don't need to. The air shifts,…