Brian’s POV The police station wasn’t far from my apartment. Ten minutes if you walked slow. Eight if you didn’t look back. I walked. Not because I wanted to savor it—but because it was the last time I’d move through this city without a record. Without eyes on my back. Without the weight of consequences finally pressing against my ribs. I’d spent months justifying what I did. Telling myself it wasn’t real crime. That it didn’t matter. That it was the only way to survive in a world ruled by men like Walter Blackwood. But all that time, I was just delaying the inevitable. Kaia had forced my hand. But it wasn’t fear that brought me here. It was Isabelle. The look in her eyes when I told her everything—steady, disappointed, but not cruel—made me realize something: She’d spent her life dragging herself out of places people like me helped dig. And I wasn’t going to be another reason she had to keep climbing. So I stepped through the glass doors, walked up to
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