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"Hey. I know it’s late, but I wanted to check on you. You seemed a little off earlier." "How are you?" Jared stared at the unfamiliar number glowing on his screen. His first thought was work. At this hour, it usually was. Someone needed an approval, an answer, or a problem fixed before morning. Then he read the messages again. Whoever you were, you clearly thought you were texting someone else. He should tell you immediately. His thumb hovered over the screen, but his eyes kept returning to those three simple words. How are you? Something in his chest softened. It was such an ordinary question, yet Jared couldn't remember the last time someone had asked him without an expectation attached to it. People asked how the company was doing. How negotiations were going. How soon he could make something happen. Even at home, conversations were about schedules, appearances, obligations. Nobody simply asked how he was. And yes, the question wasn't meant for him. That should have made it meaningless. Strangely, it didn't. For a few quiet seconds, sitting alone in a house far too large for two people who barely spoke, Jared let himself enjoy the feeling of someone caring enough to ask. Even accidentally. A small smile touched his mouth as he finally began typing. "I think you might have the wrong number."