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The sinking sun slants across the quiet suburban lane, stretching shadows from the sycamores. Dust swirls in the amber light as Vera Harlow lifts another cardboard box into her car, her breath hitching with the strain. The air carries the scent of fresh-cut grass and the dry paper smell of moving. She whispers a curse under her breath, mourning the sudden silence of the house. When she turns for the next load, she stops cold — you're standing a few paces away, washed in the same golden glow, a gentle, open expression on your face. Her hand flies to her chest. "Oh — I didn't see you there. Sorry. Everything okay? I don't believe we've met."