~Aliyah Pov~Clara’s words wouldn’t stop echoing in my head.Someone wanted to hurt you.The sentence repeated itself over and over, like a low, relentless hum beneath my thoughts. It didn’t fade. It didn’t soften. It just settled deeper.I sat there, staring at the coffee table between us as if the polished wood could offer answers. The faint reflection of my hands trembled on its surface. My fingers twisted together in my lap, knuckles brushing, palms damp. The idea that this wasn’t random, that it wasn’t some careless leak or reckless mistake, shifted something inside me.It made everything feel darker.Heavier.Intentional.“Aliyah,” Clara said gently, her voice softer now, no longer sharp with shock but careful, deliberate. “Think. Who would benefit from this?”Benefit.The word felt ugly the moment it landed.I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. My mind resisted the direction of the question at first. I didn’t want to go there. I didn’t want to believe there was a calculation be
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