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A pause.
“Then what is it?” he asks.
I inhale slowly.
Controlled.
Measured.
“It’s pressure,” I say.
The word feels right the second it leaves my mouth.
Not external.
Internal.
Like something is just slightly… off.
Like I’m about to make the wrong move, even when I’m not.
Logan doesn’t interrupt.
Doesn’t rush to fix it.
He just stays.
“What kind of pressure?” he asks.
I shake my head slightly.
“I don’t know yet.”
And that—
That’s the problem.
Because Ialwaysknow.
I turn slightly, scanning again.
That’s when I see him.
Keller.
Across the room.
Not looking at me.
Not speaking.
Not moving in any way that stands out.
Just… there.
Working.
Normal.
