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The real one.
“I thought I was protecting her,” I add.
“You were,” Logan says.
I shake my head slightly.
“I was controlling the damage.”
A beat.
“But it worked.”
Silence.
Soft.
Understanding.
“I made sure she didn’t feel it the way I did,” I say.
My voice is quieter now.
Not weaker.
Just… closer to something real.
“I kept her out of it as much as I could.”
And now—
I straighten slowly.
The weight settles differently.
Not pulling me under.
Anchoring me.
“He thinks she’s my weakness,” I say.
Logan doesn’t respond right away.
He doesn’t need to.
Because he knows what I’m going to say next.
“He’s wrong.”
My gaze lifts to his.
Clear.
Focused.
Certain.
“She’s the reason I learned control,” I continue.
