**7:00 PM. [SFX: SILENCE. THEN DOOR. THEN EIGHT.]**Malibu Beach House. Back Deck. 7:00 PM.*No clock on the mantle. No “2:47 PM” set on anyone’s phone. Just sunset. Orange on the water. Just us. Ivy on my lap, asleep against my chest. 3lb 7oz feels like 20lbs now. Isla on the blanket with Bear, trying to eat grass. Alex sprawled in the hammock, CREW hat over his eyes. Adrian next to me, bare feet, 58 BPM. Phone on the table. FaceTime open. Chloe on screen. UCLA hoodie clean, hair down, no messy bun. Eyes clear. Midterms over. She said so at 4:12 PM. “Y’all are late,” Chloe said. Smiling. “It’s 7:00 PM. Not 2:47.”Alex pulled the hat off. “Yeah,” Alex said. “We’re late on purpose.”_Silence. Deck. 7:01 PM._Adrian squeezed my hand. “Crew meeting,” Adrian said. Voice low. No SFX. No routine. “Not at a time. Just because we’re here.”Chloe’s smile shifted. Not tired. Not heavy. Just real. “Okay,” Chloe said. “I’m in.”*7:03 PM. [SFX: BREATH. THEN WORDS. TH
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