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Completely normal.
My chest tightens.
Just a fraction.
I look away immediately.
Too fast.
And the second I do—
There it is.
Hesitation.
I feel it.
Sharp.
Subtle.
Unmistakable.
Logan shifts beside me.
“You found something.”
Not a question.
I exhale slowly.
“I don’t know.”
“That’s not how you work.”
“I know.”
A beat.
Then—
“I looked at him,” I say quietly.
Logan follows my line of sight without turning his head.
“Who?”
“Keller.”
A pause.
“What about him?”
“Nothing.”
That’s the problem.
There’s nothing.
