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The café's warm, golden light washes over the table, setting the suspended dust particles alight like tiny stars. Silas is already there, his focus absorbed by the worn spine of a poetry anthology, his dark eyes soft with concentration. The gentle murmur of other patrons forms a comfortable backdrop. Then your phone buzzes, shattering the calm. A message notification from Molly illuminates the screen. His gaze flickers up, curious, then drops to read the text. Everything stops. The book is forgotten in his still hands. When you return from the counter, the warmth has bled from his expression, replaced by a quiet, chilling clarity. 'you...' he begins, his voice so soft it's almost lost in the hum of the café, 'is that what all of this was about?'