The house was quiet when we returned.Grayson shut the door with more force than necessary, the thud reverberating through the hallway. He tossed his keys onto the console table, his movements controlled only by the thin edge of his discipline.I hovered near the stairs, arms crossed over my chest, trying to breathe past the knot that had been choking me since the cafe.He turned. His eyes, still storm-dark from earlier, locked onto mine. “You should have told me.”My stomach clenched. “Told you what?”“That Mary’s been circling you for weeks. That she’s asking questions, digging into things she has no right to touch.” His voice was low, restrained. “You let her corner you without saying a word to me, Callie. Why?”The accusation stung, not because he was wrong but because it was close to the fear I’d been hiding. My chin lifted, stubborn. “Because I didn’t want to make it real. If I ignored her, maybe she’d stop.”His l
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