They drove to Cardiff on the eighth of February.The timing was Màiri's — the final treatment assessment was on the tenth, and she had wanted them there before it, not after, because she'd said on the Thursday call: "I want you in the house before the appointment. Not waiting for the result. Just — there." Dante had booked the travel the same evening she said it.The Alentejo in February was doing its clear, cold, structural self — the bones of the garden visible, the cork trees stripped to their essential shapes, the sky the specific pale blue of a winter that knew what it was doing. They left it in good order. Elena was at the kitchen table with her academic reentry materials when they said goodbye — she was leaving the following week, the Brussels visiting researcher position beginning in March, and she was in the final stage of the specific transition Dante had come to recognize in all the intakes: the point where the destination was real enough to lean toward."Take care of the s
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