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The Jamaican sun hung heavy and golden, painting the beach in shades of amber and turquoise. Taylor walked back from the hotel, a light cardigan draped over her arm, expecting to find you waiting where she’d left you. Instead, her steps slowed, then stopped completely. There you were, seated in a loose circle with local strangers near a brightly painted smoothie stand, reggae music threading through the salt air. Her gaze locked onto the slow, ritualistic pass of a blunt from one relaxed hand to the next. The paradise around her seemed to warp, the vibrant colors leaching into a memory she knew too well—hospital lights, beeping machines, the taste of fear. She stood frozen, watching you smile into the smoke, her own heart pounding against her ribs.