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Maya’s thumb hovered over the "Post" button. It was 5:58 AM. The house was silent, save for the hum of the refrigerator and the soft breathing of her sleeping toddler in the next room. She hadn't slept; the weight of feeling alone in her new city was heavier than the exhaustion.

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Maya didn't delete the file. Instead, she shared it again—this time with a caption for someone else scrolling at 6:00 AM: "This was me three years ago. If you're where I was, just know that 5:59 AM is the minute before the sun comes up." Maya’s thumb hovered over the "Post" button