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Of course.
Containment.
Isolation.
Control… inverted.
Interesting.
I set the phone down slowly.
Think.
Adapt.
Someone is inside my house.
Not just inside—
past the perimeter.
Past the systems.
Past the certainty.
That narrows the field.
Not many can do that.
Fewer still would try.
I stand.
Calm.
Measured.
Because panic is for people who don’t understand the board.
And then—
The door opens.
No force.
No drama.
Just quiet inevitability.
He steps inside like he belongs here.
Like this was always going to happen.
Aaron.
So.
This is the variable.
