The table is set. The candles have burned low. You have been watching the door for two hours, telling yourself there is a reasonable explanation - traffic, his phone died, something. Then the door opens. Callum walks in warm and laughing, the kind of easy that only comes from a good night. And Sera is right beside him, radiant and unbothered. The second his eyes find yours, you see it happen. The color drains from his face. He remembers. She watches him remember, and she does not look surprised at all.