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Not aggressive.
But deliberate.
“What did he say?” Logan asks quietly.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It does to me.”
That hits.
I exhale slowly, trying to reset, trying to push it down where it belongs.
“It was just a comment,” I say. “About my voice.”
Logan goes very still.
Dangerously still.
“What kind of comment?”
“That I should keep it lower.”
The silence that follows is different.
Not empty.
Not soft.
Controlled.
Tight.
Logan’s jaw flexes slightly.
“Who?” he asks.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It does.”
His voice isn’t louder.
But it’s firmer now.
Edged.
“He didn’t mean anything by it,” I add quickly.
That’s the part I don’t expect.
The part that surprises even me.
I’m defending it.
Minimizing it.
Justifying it.
