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“I can review them here.”

Tessa picked up her laundry basket.

“Tell Dani I said hello.”

“I will not.”

“Tell her I’m your emergency contact.”

“She has the intake form.”

“Then she already knows we’re basically family.”

I turned back to the wall. Tessa stopped in the hallway.

“Amy?”

“What?”

“I’m glad you’re doing this.”

The sincerity caught me off guard.

“You said it was a terrible idea.”

“It can be terrible and still be good.”

“That is contradictory.”

“That is adulthood.”

She disappeared into her room. I held the stretch for another thirty seconds. Then my phone buzzed. A new voice message. I told myself I would listen after work. I lasted nine seconds.

“Morning, Price. Today is strength only. Easy effort. Your legs are supposed to feel sore. That does not mean they have betrayed you. Also, if you’re stretching against the wall rightnow, thirty seconds is enough. Do not turn it into a hostage situation.”

The wall was directly in front of me. So was the phone. There was no possible way she knew. I typed a response.

How did you know I was stretching?

Three dots appeared immediately.

Because you are predictable.

I stared at the word. Predictable. The old version of the insult sharpened inside me. Before I could decide how to respond, another message appeared.

In the useful way. You listen. You prepare. You show up. Those are runner qualities.

The sharpness eased. I read the message twice. Then I saved it. Only because useful instructions should be preserved.

By the end of week two, Iron & Ivy had become less foreign. I knew which locker stuck, which fountain had the best pressure, and that Franklin the unauthorized dog appeared on Wednesdays. Dani’s messages arrived after nearly every session: reminders to eat, stretch, sleep, and stop treating recovery as administrative weakness.

The first gold star had been sarcastic. The later ones were not. On Saturday, May seventeenth, Dani met me at Lake Park for my first continuous mile attempt. The route looped the lake in ten marked laps. Tessa waited near the benches with coffee and instructions not to interfere. Dani reviewed the goal.

“One mile. Easy enough that you could continue.”

“I intend to complete exactly one.”

“That is not the same goal.”