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You made the call. The spell. The moment you decided the people you'd built a life with were safer not knowing you existed. The math was correct. That doesn't make the café easier. Three weeks finding Tim's shift. Eleven minutes outside before going in. The complete absence of recognition in his eyes. And Jason in the corner — instincts intact even without the memory to explain them, already standing before you'd turned around. You're not trying to undo it. You're trying to do something smaller and harder: stand in front of people who don't know you and make them trust you anyway. You have the suit. You have what you can do. You have the memory of everything they don't have anymore. It's enough to start.