Elena did not wait for permission.She read Marcus’s report once more, slower this time, then set the tablet down with a finality that drew everyone’s attention. The room still held the tension of the night before, sharpened now by confirmation rather than fear.“This isn’t just about Lillian,” Elena said.Nathaniel looked up. “It never is.”“Yes,” Elena replied. “But we’re acting like it is.”Lillian turned toward her, already sensing where this was going. “Elena.”“No,” Elena said calmly. “Let me finish.”She stood, posture straight, voice measured
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