Lena woke before dawn, not because of anxiety or anticipation, but because her mind had already begun to move. It wasn’t restless. It was organizing. That quiet internal sorting that happened when something important had shifted and her instincts were adjusting to accommodate it.She lay still for a moment, listening to the city breathe. Somewhere below, a truck passed. A radiator clicked. Ordinary sounds, anchoring her.She reached for her phone without urgency and checked the time. Too early to start the day, too awake to pretend otherwise.So she got up.She made coffee, slower than usual, savoring the ritual. As the kettle warmed, she leaned against the counter and let her thoughts surface without interrogating them.Eli hadn’t said anything definitive. Neither had she. And yet, there was a sense of alignment that felt more solid than certainty ever had. Not a promise, but a direction.That distinction mattered.By midmorning, Lena was deep into work not reacting, not rushing, but
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