“She notices what people avoid.”“She listens more than she speaks.”“She will return when she starts wondering why.”I didn’t remember anyone ever watching me that closely. Yet the words felt accurate in a way that made me uncomfortable—not frightened, just aware.Near the back of the notebook, a loose page slipped out. Unlike the rest, this one was written in darker ink.“You are not here by accident.”I folded the page carefully and slipped it into my bag. Outside, the evening light softened, and the river reflected the sky like a quiet mirror. The house seemed less like a mystery now and more