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On a Tuesday in late March, when the frost finally lifted, the engine coughed to life—a raw, triumphant roar that startled a flock of starlings from the eaves. Katie laughed, then cried, then laughed again. She sat on the bike, felt the vibration through the torn seat, and understood: her mother hadn’t stopped moving. She had simply changed form—into the weight of a wrench, the smell of gasoline, the nerve in Katie’s wrist that twisted the throttle.

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Katie Ann smiled, pulling the shirt over her head. “Maybe,” she said, feeling a faint tingling at her fingertips as the cotton brushed her skin. She shrugged it off as the excitement of a lazy weekend and headed downstairs. She had simply changed form—into the weight of