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People around me were whispering names. I felt a hand on my shoulder—small, a child’s—that asked, “Is she okay?” I didn’t know. I swallowed something that tasted like memory.

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The note was two sentences long, in a looping hurried hand: “For the road. If it still plays, play it for her. —M.” At the bottom, a smudge that might once have been coffee. People around me were whispering names