Just—
Truth.
I exhale slowly.
He’s right.
Again.
“It makes sense,” I say quietly. “If the leak is feeding behavioral patterns, then I’m the variable he’s tracking. I was the point of contact. The pressure point.”
I can hear it in my own voice.
Too controlled.
Too distant.
I’m already starting to shift.
Logan steps closer.
Not blocking.
Not forcing.
Just… present.
“You’re not the problem,” he says.
“That’s not accurate.”
“It is.”
“He targeted me for a reason.”
“Yes.”
A beat.
“Because you’re the hardest to break.”
That stops me.
Completely.
I look at him.
Really look.
“That’s not—”
“It is,” he repeats.
His voice is steady.
Certain.
“He didn’t go after the weakest point,” Logan continues. “He went after the strongest one.”
