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“Oh. Yes. That was me.”

She smiles. “That was really well done. My niece’s school raised more money in one night than they usually do in a semester.”

I return her smile.

“Thank you,” I say, and mean it.

She turns back to her target, satisfied, and just like that the moment is over.

Quinn nudges me. “See? You’re a person in the world.”

“Crazy,” I murmur.

Archery turns out to be harder than it looks. My first arrow goes wide. The second lands low. The third actually sticks in the outer ring and I grin like I’ve won an Olympic medal.

“That’s it,” the instructor says. “Don’t rush the release.”

I draw the bow again. Breathe. Let go.

The arrow flies clean.

I don’t hit the bullseye.

I don’t care.

Quinn claps anyway. “That one hadintent.”

We sit on a bench afterward, drinking water, watching other people take their turns. My arms are pleasantly sore. My mind is quiet.

I check my phone. There’s a message from Arthur.

Henry wants your opinion on the New Age of Legends expansion pack?

I smile at the screen.

We'll talk about it at home.

I type back.

Save me the good tea.

The reply comes quickly.

Always.

As we pack up, I sling the sparkly bag over my shoulder. It catches the light, ridiculous and unapologetic.

Quinn raises an eyebrow. “See? Still you.”

“Very much,” I say.

On the drive home, I think about how full the day feels—not loud, not dramatic. Just solid. Chosen.

I didn’t have to earn this version of myself.

I just had to stop leaving.

When I step back into the house later, it doesn’t feel like something I’m entering carefully. It feels like something I belong to.

And for the first time in a long time, I’m not wondering how to fit.

I already do.