LOGINSophie Marcus Hale answered the second challenge three days later. By then, I had almost forgotten about him.School had swallowed most of my attention again, especially because our history presentation had been moved forward. Emily and I spent two afternoons arguing over which parts of the project deserved more space, and I had begun to suspect that she would happily turn a ten-minute presentation into a forty-minute documentary if nobody stopped her.At home, however, my siblings had not forgotten Marcus. They had been watching.Not him directly, because they had promised themselves they would never invade his private life merely to satisfy their curiosity. Instead, they had been studying what he did with the information they gave him. That distinction mattered to them. I understood it now.Aegis wasn't supposed to be a collection of talented people who could do whatever they wanted. It was suppo
Sophie By the end of the week, my notebook had become something I carried everywhere. I never told anyone what it was for. At school, it looked like an ordinary notebook filled with messy handwriting, unfinished homework, and observations that probably made very little sense to anyone else.Emily once grabbed it from my desk. "What are you writing all the time?" I snatched it back. "Nothing."She laughed. "You've become secretive.""I'm not secretive.""You absolutely are." I smiled and pushed the notebook into my bag. She didn't know that I had begun noticing things differently.Our English teacher always touched her necklace when she was nervous. The headmaster never looked directly at people when he was lying. One of the boys in my class pretended not to care about his grades, but he checked every marked paper before anyone else. None of it seemed important. Still, I wrote it down.
Sophie I kept their secret. That was harder than I expected. The following morning, I sat across from Atlas at breakfast while he calmly spread jam across his toast, and I had to pretend I didn't know that he had spent part of the previous night designing an organization with his siblings.Selene was beside him, arguing with Mom about whether four-year-olds needed bedtime. Leon was unusually quiet. Every few minutes, his eyes met mine. I wondered whether he knew I'd been listening. He didn't say anything. Neither did I. Perhaps that was our first secret between siblings. Not the kind that created distance. The kind that created an invisible thread.After breakfast, my tutor arrived. I spent two hours working through mathematics, literature, and history while the triplets continued their separate lessons. My mathematics tutor gave me a difficult logic problem. I solved it faster than she expected.She smiled. "You've
Sophie The next few days taught me something I had never considered before. My siblings could pretend. Not ordinary pretending, like telling Mom they had finished their vegetables when Selene had secretly pushed them beneath the table. This was different.They had learned how to make themselves look less intelligent. It began with their tutors. Professor Hartwell would present Atlas with a problem that was far below his ability, and Atlas would deliberately take longer to solve it. Sometimes he made an innocent mistake, then corrected it after his tutor explained the answer.Selene became even better at it. When Miriam asked her to demonstrate something on a computer, Selene occasionally clicked the wrong button before eventually finding the correct one.Leon was the most convincing of all. He could move with an accuracy that made Master Chen increasingly cautious, yet whenever someone unfamiliar entered the training room, Leon became a quiet four-year-old who needed instructions rep
Sophie The next morning, I found Atlas in the library. He was reading a book that looked much too complicated for a four-year-old. I sat beside him."Dad is investigating the people following the tutors."Atlas turned a page. "I know.""How?""Mom told Selene."I frowned. "How does Selene know?""She was standing nearby."I laughed. "Of course."Atlas closed his book. "What did Dad find?""Nothing yet." He considered that. "Then he hasn't found the important part."I looked at him. "How do you know?""Because if he had, you wouldn't be asking me."I rolled my eyes. "You're impossible."He smiled. "You came here because you wanted to talk about it.""I did.""What are you thinking?"I hesitated. "Maybe whoever is following the tutors isn't trying to get close to them. Maybe they're trying to learn how our family works."His expression became more serious. "That's possible.""Then they could learn without following anyone.""How?""By watching what we do."He looked toward the window.
Sophie The news about the vehicle following the tutors changed the atmosphere in our house without changing anything we could see.Breakfast remained breakfast. Mom still reminded Leon to slow down when he ate, Selene still complained that Atlas corrected everyone, and Dad still read the morning news while pretending he wasn't listening to all three of us at once. But something had shifted. The adults were paying closer attention.The tutors were being questioned about their routines, the security team was reviewing the routes they used, and Dad spent longer than usual in his study. Nobody told me exactly what they were looking for. I could feel the question hanging over the house. Who had been watching the tutors, and why?That afternoon, I found Dad in his study. He was standing beside the window with his phone in one hand while several reports lay open across his desk. He ended the call when he noticed me. "You should be doing your homework.""I finished."He gave me the look he u
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IslaThe next morning at Horizon Outreach, I walked in with Sophie’s hand tucked tightly in mine. She was practically glowing, her pigtails bouncing, her tiny backpack swinging like a badge of honor. “Mommy,” she said between giggles, “everyone knows Daddy Alex now.” I smiled faintly, hoping she wo
AlexanderWhen I got the call from Sophie’s kindergarten, I did not think. I just moved, instinctively. The secretary’s voice had trembled slightly when she said, “Mr. Langston, there’s been a small incident with Sophie Hart...” and that was all I needed to hear.I was already halfway out of the bo
Isla’s POVWhen Alexander Langston left, the last plate in my hands felt heavier than it should have. The water ran hot, stinging my skin, but I did not notice. Alexander’s footsteps had faded, the click of the front door leaving the apartment in a sudden, almost unbearable silence.I leaned agains







