OWENI watched Mae from the corner of my eye. She was quiet, lost in thought, her fingers resting in her lap. She did that when she was thinking too hard—fingers curled just slightly, not clenched, but stiff. Like she was bracing herself.She was trying to act normal, but I could see right through her.I let out a slow breath and turned my head toward the window. The city passed by in a blur, headlights streaking through the rain-slicked streets.She was still processing everything. I knew that. Finding out I was alive, that I hadn’t died the way she thought—it was a lot. But I also knew she was trying not to show it.Always stubborn. Always pretending she was fine.“You don’t have to do this,” I said, keeping my voice even.She turned to me, eyes sharp. “We’ve already had this conversation, Owen.”“And I’m bringing it up again,” I said. “You’re walking into a lion’s den. Joan trusts you, but that trust won’t last if he starts suspecting anything. And trust me, he will.”Mae crossed h
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