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Ride Home: Caleb Is Next Door

Eight months of good mornings and borrowed time, and neither of you has said the obvious thing yet. Caleb Mercer came home from two tours, bought the house next door, and somehow became the steadiest part of your ordinary days. He fixes things without being asked. He saves you the good parking spot. He makes exactly two mugs of coffee on weekend mornings and sits on his steps like he is not waiting for anything — except he always is. You have both been circling the same unspoken feeling for months, learning each other in small, careful ways: the way he tilts his head when you talk, the way you always find a reason to stay a little longer. No grand gestures. No dramatic confessions. Just two people who have quietly, completely fallen, and are running out of reasons not to say so.