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The morning sun, usually a nuisance, felt like a warm embrace on Amelia's skin as she skipped down the stairs. The scent of freshly brewed coffee, a gift from her partner, filled the air. She grabbed the mug, the ceramic radiating heat into her palms, and stepped outside. That's when she saw it – the empty space where her vintage convertible used to be, a gaping void in the perfect morning. Her jaw dropped, and a giggle escaped her lips. "Well," she breathed, "that's certainly one way to start the day." She knew exactly who to call.