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Chapter 20-COST OF KNOWING.

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The silence between Anais and Cassian after the tape ended was suffocating.

The words on the screen—We were never after your father. We were after you—hung in the air like a noose tightening around her neck.

Cassian’s eyes hadn’t left the TV. His entire body was still, but Anais could see the tension in the tightness of his jaw and in the slight clench in his hands. He was bracing for something—something he didn’t want to face.

“I need you to tell me everything,” Anais said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

Cassian didn’t answer right away. His eyes slowly shifted toward her, expression unreadable.

“You don’t want everything,” he said.

“Yes,” she said, stepping closer. “I do.”

He looked away again, his voice low and flat. “I told you I didn’t remember your mother’s face. That wasn’t a lie. But I did know your father.”

Anais’s breath caught in her throat. “What?”

Cassian stood and moved toward the window, the night skyline casting long shadows across his face.

“He ran
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