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The rain continued to fall long after they had finished their coffee. The apartment had become unusually quiet. Ethan was in his bedroom building a castle out of toy blocks, blissfully unaware that the adults in the living room were trying to decide whether ignoring a warning would be more dangerous than acting on it. Jackson stood by the window, watching the rain blur the street below into streaks of gray. Every now and then, a car drove past, sending water spraying onto the pavement. Normally, he enjoyed rainy days. They made the city feel slower, calmer. Today, the rain only made him more restless. He turned to face Melissa. "What happens if you don't show up?" Melissa had been expecting the question. She set her mug down carefully before answering. "My father won't panic." Jac
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