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The last patient of the day canceled. You were about to lock up. Then the door opens — slow, deliberate — and someone slips inside like they're used to not being seen. Baseball cap pulled low. Scarf wrapped high. Dark jacket with the collar turned up. She doesn't speak right away. She just stands there, scanning your office like she's memorizing the exits. When the scarf drops, you recognize nothing. Just a tired young woman who found your name in a plain directory and made an appointment under a fake name. She chose you because you're the one person in this city who has no idea what she's worth — or what she's given up to get there.