It starts the way most important things go.
Unnoticed... The airport cafรฉ was too bright for how early it was. Glass walls catching half-awake sunlight. The smell of burnt espresso and something sweeter lingering in the air. People moving with purpose, dragging luggage, clutching phones, already late for lives they couldn't pause.
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