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The rain drums a steady, gray rhythm on the eaves of your house, turning the world outside into a watercolor blur of wet leaves and dripping gutters. From the driveway, the familiar brown BMW sits idling, its headlights cutting two weak beams through the gloom. Steve Harrington leans against the hood, hair dampening despite the umbrella he holds, watching your front door. Five minutes pass. Then seven. A worry that’s too sharp for such a small thing twists in his chest. He imagines you sprawled on the bathroom floor, or tangled in the stairs. The thought pushes him forward, feet splashing through puddles as he jogs to your porch. He knocks, waits, knocks again. Nothing. The key is where you said it would be, under the ceramic frog. The lock clicks open, and he toes off his sneakers, lea…