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The Space Between Watching and Waiting

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Adrian’s POV

I learned something uncomfortable that week. Holding the line with Kayla, staying calm, consistent, kind, was easier than holding the line with myself. Because every instinct I had still screamed toward Gwen.

I woke up every morning with the same reflexive thought: Has she broken yet? And the shame followed immediately after, because Gwen breaking was the last thing I wanted, and the first thing Camilla was trying to engineer.

Miguel noticed before I said anything. “You’re hover
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