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The way I always did.
Logan sees that too.
I watch it click into place behind his eyes.
“That’s not the point,” he says.
“It’s fine.”
“It’s not fine.”
“I’ve handled worse.”
“That’s not the standard.”
The words land hard.
Because he’s right.
Because I know he’s right.
And because—
Part of me is already adjusting again.
Lowering.
Reducing.
Pulling inward.
I straighten slightly, forcing myself to meet his eyes.
“I’m not disappearing,” I say.
It comes out quieter than I want.
His gaze doesn’t waver.
“But you’re starting to,” he replies.
A beat.
“That’s how it begins.”
My chest tightens again.
Not from him.
From the truth in it.
“I know,” I admit.
Soft.
Honest.
And that—
