What if
Later that night, Kevin whispered softly to himself, as though convincing his own uncertain mind. “What if the man shows up tomorrow and everything finally makes sense? I can’t risk missing that probably brief moment.” His words carried weight in the empty room. He nodded slowly, almost like sealing a pact with himself. The choice was already made. He would wait. He would see this mystery through, no matter the cost.
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