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Chapter Four
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2026-01-06 20:51:13The car door closed with a muted thud.
She sat rigidly in the passenger seat, her hands folded in her lap, staring straight ahead as the engine came to life. The quiet inside the car felt heavier than the room they had just left. No voices. No polite laughter. Just the low hum of the road beneath them.
He drove without speaking.
The city slipped past the windows, familiar streets suddenly foreign, as though she were seeing them from a distance she hadn’t chosen. She waited for him to say something. An explanation. A warning. Even an order.
Nothing came.
“You’re not going to say anything?” she asked finally.
He kept his eyes on the road. “I already said what mattered.”
“That was in front of them,” she replied. “This is different.”
“Yes,” he said calmly. “It is.”
She shifted in her seat. “You embarrassed me.”
“No,” he corrected. “I contained the situation.”
Her laugh was short and disbelieving. “You controlled it.”
He glanced at her then, just briefly. “Those words overlap more than people like to admit.”
They stopped at a red light. The pause felt deliberate.
“You didn’t have to touch me,” she said.
“I know.”
“Then why did you?”
He considered the question longer than she expected. “Because you were about to speak when you shouldn’t have.”
Her jaw tightened. “You keep deciding that for me.”
“And you keep assuming the room is safe,” he replied. “It isn’t.”
The light turned green. The car moved again.
She folded her arms. “You talk like you’re protecting me.”
“I am.”
“From what?” she asked sharply. “Your family?”
“From narratives you don’t control,” he said. “Once people start telling your story for you, it stops belonging to you.”
She looked away. “So now I’m a story.”
“You always were,” he said. “You just didn’t realize how many people were reading.”
The car slowed as they pulled into the driveway.
Before she could open the door, he spoke again.
“Wait.”
She froze, hand hovering near the handle.
“You barely touched your breakfast,” he said. “You need to eat.”
She turned to him, incredulous. “Is that an order too?”
“No,” he replied evenly. “It’s information.”
She scoffed. “You really expect me to accept that.”
“I expect you to listen,” he said. “Whether you accept it is up to you.”
She hesitated, then opened the door and stepped out.
Inside the house, the quiet felt different. Less performative. More dangerous.
She moved toward the stairs. “I need time alone.”
“You’ll have it,” he said. “After lunch.”
She turned. “You’re scheduling my day now?”
“I’m preventing you from collapsing in a room by yourself,” he replied. “That would invite questions.”
Her voice lowered. “You think I’m fragile.”
“I think you’re exhausted,” he said. “And angry. Those two don’t make good decisions when left alone.”
She stared at him. “You speak like you know me.”
“I’m learning,” he said.
The honesty unsettled her.
She took a step back. “Stop.”
He stopped immediately.
That surprised her.
“I’m not leaving the house,” he said. “And I’m not forcing you anywhere.”
“Then what is this?” she asked.
“This,” he said, gesturing between them, “is me making sure you don’t hurt yourself trying to prove you’re fine.”
Her breath caught despite herself.
“You don’t get to care,” she said.
He studied her for a moment. “Care doesn’t ask permission.”
She turned away, climbing the stairs without another word. Behind her, he watched until she disappeared from view, only then did his expression change, just slightly. And only then did he allow himself to exhale.
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