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His name was Cole. He wasn’t young, which she appreciated. Early forties, salt-and-pepper stubble, quiet confidence. No sales pitch, no saccharine chakras. He simply looked at her—really looked—and said, “You’re carrying the weight of ten people. Let’s put it down for an hour.”