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“He was wrong.”
Tessa studies me for a long moment.
Then—
A small, shaky smile.
“I know.”
Because she saw it.
Because she felt it.
Because even when everything was controlled—
We weren’t.
She leans into me again, softer this time.
Not clinging.
Resting.
Healing.
And I let her.
For as long as she needs.
54
Logan
She’s quiet when I find her.
Not distant.
Not shut down.
Just… still.
Scout stands near the window, her arms folded loosely, her gaze tracking something outside that I know she’s not really seeing.
Processing.
Always processing.
I don’t interrupt right away.
I just step inside.
Close the door behind me.
She feels it.
“You should be resting,” I say.
Her head tilts slightly, but she doesn’t turn.
