Raymond’s POV"Get up."It wasn’t loud. Just enough to split the quiet in two. My brain buzzed, my chest tightened, and the silence that had wrapped itself around me cracked straight down the middle. My eyes snapped open. He stood in the doorway, shadowed but unmistakable, his gaze locked on mine."Get up," he said again. Calm. No edge to it. But it didn’t matter. It wasn’t a suggestion.I scrambled to my feet.My shirt was wrinkled, stuck to my back with sweat. My legs were stiff from sitting too long, nerves rattling. I waited for him to say something else—ask what I’d done, where I’d gone, what I was thinking.He didn’t.He stepped aside and tilted his head. "Go get changed."I blinked. "Changed?"He didn’t repeat himself. Just turned and walked down the hall.I obeyed.I peeled off the shirt, the fabric clinging like it didn’t want to let go. I changed fast, not thinking, just moving—clean shirt, loose pants, no socks. My heart was hammering the whole time.When I stepped out, Jud
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