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Rearranged. Not ruined. Rearranged. Dylan bent slowly, never taking his eyes off them, and picked up the file. I watched his expression as he opened it. Watched the color drain from his face. “What is it?” I asked, panic rising. He didn’t answer. “Dylan.” Still nothing. I stepped closer, pressing against him, needing to see. Inside the file were documents. Medical records. Legal authorizations. Names. Dates. And one phrase repeated across multiple pages:

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