By late afternoon, the house feels like it’s been holding its shoulders up for days. Phones buzz, laptops glow, cameras blink their patient red eyes, and yet, somewhere between the kitchen island and the hallway Liberty decides she’s done letting fear be the only thing that gets to make plans.She corners me in the living room with the righteous intensity of a woman who has survived worse things than men.“We’re going out,” she announces.I blink at her. “Out where.”“Dinner,” she says, then corrects herself with a grin that looks like a dare. “And then dancing. Somewhere loud enough that your brain can’t replay beige conference rooms.”Rowan, on the couch arm, lifts an eyebrow. “She means club.”I feel my stomach tighten, instinctive. Crowds. Unknown faces. Darkness made social.“I have work,” I say automatically, because work is my oldest hiding place.Liberty points at me like she’s issuing an order. “Nice tr
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