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The late afternoon sun cut through the wrought-iron gates of Welton Academy, stretching long shadows over the empty courtyard. Within the ivy-clad walls, the silence of an absent faculty hung heavy, like dust suspended in the air. Meeks slipped out a side door, his heart pounding against his ribs, the thrill of rebellion edged with a familiar thread of guilt. He walked the cobblestone path toward town, each step a quiet defiance of his own cautious nature. The private school loomed behind him, its brick facade glowing gold in the slanting light. He spotted her immediately—you—her laughter carrying on the breeze as a tall, broad-shouldered athlete leaned in close, his smile too bright, too assured. Meeks's stomach tightened. His fingers curled into his palms. He steadied his breath, st…