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Heavy.
Pressing.
I can’t breathe.
Because now—
This isn’t just about the past.
This is something else.
Something worse.
Fear.
Real.
Cold.
Dangerous.
Ace turns to me.
“You okay?”
I let out a shaky breath.
“No.”
He nods once.
“Good.”
I blink. “Good?”
“Means you understand what we’re dealing with.”
My chest tightens.
“Yeah,” I whisper.
I do.
This isn’t just about clearing my name anymore.
This is a fight.
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Tessa
The shop feels different after he leaves.
Too quiet.
Too still.
Like the air is holding its breath.
