When the Signal Dies, Love Is Logistics—and Every Choice Has a Cost

used to receiving it.

After the workshop, as people filtered out with their makeshift plans and donated blankets, Kyle lingered.

He glanced down at my hands. “You okay?” he asked.

“Depends on the hour,” I said.

He nodded like that made perfect sense. “People are still arguing in the comments,” he said. “My cousin posted the clip and—yeah.”

“I know.”

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