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Breathe.
For the first time in weeks?—
I don’t feel like I’m running.
And then?—
I feel it.
Not a sound.
Not a voice.
A shift.
Like the air just… reorganized itself.
I open my eyes.
And he’s there.
Not close.
Not approaching.
Just—
standing.
Watching.
Everything about him is… still.
Controlled.
Tailored suit, dark, perfect lines. No tie. The top button undone like he doesn’t need to prove anything.
Salt at his temples.
Sharp jaw.
Eyes that lock onto mine like they’ve already decided something.
Two men linger several feet behind him.
Not obvious.
But not subtle either.
My pulse kicks.
Not fear.
Something else.
Recognition.
I don’t move.
