I called Nadia at five forty-seven.The sky outside the window was the specific dark that comes just before the dark starts becoming something else — not light yet, but no longer fully night. I had been awake for twenty minutes, lying in the quiet with the presentation in my head, running through the structure one more time not because it needed revision but because the mind does what it does in the hours before something large.Nadia answered on the first ring."He's fine," she said. Before I asked."I know." I paused. "Put him on.""He's sleeping.""Wake him gently. He will want to be woken."A moment. Then the sound of the world adjusting on the other end — a door, footsteps, the particular quiet of a child being roused from sleep by someone who knew how to do it without startling him."Mama." His voice was the morning version — slower, warmer, the edges not yet sharpened by the day."Hey. Go back to sleep after this.""Okay." A pause. "Are you going to the important thing today?"
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