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“Practice went well,” she says.
“It did,” I answer.“You hungry?”
She blinks.“A little.”
Finn brightens instantly.“Perfect.Let’s get lunch.”
Atlas murmurs, “I’ll drive.”
She looks between us—and for the first time, I see wonder instead of hesitation.
I imagine telling her what we found.
I imagine how her face will fall.
I imagine the fear crawling back up her spine.
Not yet.
Not until I can give her something besides shadows.
My phone buzzes again.
OPS: FACE PARTIAL MATCH FOUND.POSSIBLE SUBJECT ID.
My blood runs cold.
Later.
Tell her later.
With all of us there.
“Let’s go,” I say softly.
She nods.
And we move as one.
