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I stepped out of the vehicle, the cold night air biting through my jacket. “Are you okay?” I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper. I didn’t want to startle her, but the woman didn’t flinch. She remained focused on something gripped tightly in her hand. As I approached with measured, cautious steps, I could see the confusion etched into the deep lines of her face. Her eyes were distant, clouded by a disorientation that suggested she was miles away from the present moment. She seemed to be searching for a landmark that no longer existed, or perhaps a person who had long since departed.
