When Bob Showed Up Without Saying a Word

What happens when intuition sees what emotion wants to ignore.

I typed an email to Donna.
We’d spoken several times before.
She had the voice of a Friday night radio host, the kind that played whatever song you needed, right when you needed it.

She always remembered me.
Sweet. Thoughtful. Not just polite—present.

The last time we spoke, she mentioned she had three photos of my building.
She said she admired the project.
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