Carmen’s POVThe hallway felt colder than usual as I made my way to Crandon’s office. Maybe it was the way I’d just laid everything out to the girls, or maybe it was the weight of what I was about to say. My heels made soft clicks against the tile, echoing a rhythm that didn’t match the pounding of my heart.I paused at his door, knocked lightly.“Come in,” his voice called, muffled but warm.I stepped in slowly. He was at his desk, surrounded by paperwork and half a cup of coffee, but when he saw me, he stopped mid-sentence, whatever he was working on fading into the background. His eyes locked onto mine with that deep, slow stare of his. The kind that always made my stomach flutter, even when I didn’t want it to.“Have a seat,” he said, putting the pen down with finality.I sat down, crossing my legs, but not breaking eye contact.Then I said it, no buildup, no sugarcoating. “Crandon, what do I mean to you?”He exhaled, not a sigh of frustration, but something softer. “You mean ever
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