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She finishes her thought.
Still doesn’t look up.
“Scout.”
Her name cuts through the room.
Not loud.
But enough.
She stills.
Just slightly.
Then lifts her gaze.
Controlled.
Neutral.
There’s nothing soft there now.
Nothing open.
That’s new.
“Yes?”
One word.
Measured.
Careful.
I hold her eyes.
“You’re doing it again.”
A flicker.
Small.
Gone fast.
“I’m working,” she replies.
“That’s not what I meant.”
Boone shifts slightly beside us. Russ goes very still near the wall.
No one interrupts.
Smart.
Scout’s chin lifts a fraction.
“Then what did you mean?”
