That night she sat at her kitchen table with a mug of tea, the old laptop humming, and the file open. She began to tidy. Trim. Merge. For each address she cleaned, she imagined who it belonged to and why it mattered. An entry corrected to emma.bell@bookco.com became a memory of a tradeshow where they'd traded bookmarks and promises to send manuscripts. Fixing sales99@oldshop.net summoned the brittle laugh of a vendor who’d insisted her product would “change everything.” Restoring professor_hale@uni.edu returned the echo of late office hours and the smell of chalk dust.