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Ascending the stairs from the elevator, Rowan reached his front door, contemplating David's unusual behavior throughout the day. The memory of David's cryptic parting words lingered in his mind.

Rowan wondered aloud, "Should I explain it to her?"

His mind raced as he tried to make sense of what he might have misunderstood. After several moments of deliberation, he turned the key in the door lock, still without a clue.

"I guess I'll have to put it on hold for now," Rowan thought to himself.

As he entered his home, he made his way to the entrance and stood before the shoe cabinet, calling out, "I'm back."

In response, a flurry of hurried footsteps echoed from a distance. Jessica appeared, wearing a slightly anxious expression. She scanned Rowan from head to toe before letting out a relieved sigh.

"Are you okay? Why are you back so late?" she asked with genuine concern.

Rowan, hesitant to reveal the truth about his visit to the police station, offered a reassuring smile in response.

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