That’s the first thing I notice.
Not a voice.
Not a word.
Just—
Awareness.
I’m at the table again, reviewing the updated timing Logan adjusted, Boone walking through a revised sequence, Russ tracking comms in the background.
Everything is moving.
Everything is controlled.
Everything is exactly where it should be.
And yet—
Something isn’t.
I shift slightly, eyes scanning the room.
Nothing obvious.
No one out of place.
No one watching too closely.
No one speaking out of turn.
It’s… normal.
That’s what makes it wrong.
“You see it too.”
Logan’s voice is low, just beside me.
Not asking.
Not assuming.
Confirming.
I don’t look at him right away.
I let the feeling settle first.
Try to define it.
“It’s not visual,” I say quietly.
“No.”
“Not behavioral either.”
“No.”
