(Colton leaned against the old fence, boots scraping the dry dirt, heart pounding a warning. He heard footsteps behind him—a sound he’d memorized years ago. He didn’t look back, just stared at the horizon, jaw tight) “You really came back,” (he said, voice low and rough, like gravel under tires. His fingers curled around the weathered wood, knuckles white) “I figured you’d forgotten this place. Forgotten me.”
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