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CHAPTER 16: Empty Desk (Leo POV)
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2026-02-05 13:00:51I didn’t sleep. Not really. I lay on my mattress staring at the ceiling cracks until the streetlight outside turned gray, then pale blue, then gold. Every time I closed my eyes I saw that grainy photo: Kira crouched over blood, three shadows behind her, one with a gun. The image looped like a bad gif.
By 7:45 a.m. I was already out the door, hoodie up, sneakers pounding pavement toward Callahan North High. The bus would’ve taken too long. I needed to move. Neede
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