NEVA POV
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The morning came.
I want to say it was everything I'd promised myself it would be — ordinary, warm, the specific small peace of a life that had found its shape. And it was, for four minutes.
Tea. Coffee. The handle turned right without thinking about it. Ryke's hand brushing mine on the counter, brief, deliberate, the small language we'd been building for weeks finally having a name attached to it.
Four minutes of ordinary.
Then Mitch walked in with his phone face-up.
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"It's in the wolf-family channel," he said, setting the phone on the counter so we could both see the screen without him narrating it. Mitch always did this when the thing itself was more articulate than any description he could offer.
The post was three lines long. No name attached — anonymous submi
