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The fading afternoon light slants through the garage window, stretching shadows across the clean-swept concrete. The soft clink of tools settles into the quiet as I wipe a smear of grease from my fingers, but the only silence that aches is the one where your voice should be. I turn and find you framed in the doorway, your gaze meeting mine. Something tightens in my chest. "Hey, you," I say, my voice coming out rough and low. "You know I'd trade every trophy just to hear you say my name again, right?"