One Night, No Names의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

Jason I read the file again, slower this time… I don’t skimp I don’t jump ahead, I let each line have to say, as if rushing might give me a way out.The paper has its say, as if rushing might give me a way out. The paper is thin beneath my fingers, warm from where my hand has been resting and I become absurdly aware of its texture and faint rasp when I turn the page. My eyes drift downward, and there it is, tucked into the middle of the page with the quiet confidence of a fact that doesn’t care whether I was ready for it.And I looked down at the paper where they wrote siblings and it was Ryan Mallon. I stopped breathing for a second. Not intentional, my body just forgets. The name pulses, heavy and undeniable, and I feel it land somewhere behind my ribs. Ryan Mallon. A name that belongs to long nights and unfinished conclusions, to a case that never sat right no matter how many times I told myself it was done.I read the line again. Slower. As if the words might rearrange thems

Jason I choose my moment the way some people choose their words with restraint, with foresight, and with an instinctive understanding of consequence. The building must empty to a certain degree, noise thinning until footsteps become rare and voices fall away. He listens for the quiet corridor, the kind that hums faintly with fluorescent lights and distant ventilation, the kind that offers no witnesses and no interruptions. I position myself just outside the closed office door, not directly in front of it but slightly to the side, where I won’t be seen through the narrow pane of glass. My back rests lightly against the wall, posture relaxed, as though I belong there, anyone passing would assume I am waiting for permission to knock or simply pausing to check my phone. I know how to lock the unremarkable and it is one of my strengths. Inside the office, there is movement, the scrape of a chair, the soft click of a drawer being shut. I straighten, just enough. I haven't stepped forw

Clara I waited until the house had gone quiet, until even the old pipes seemed to hold their breath. Gina stood at the kitchen counter with her back turned, rinsing a single mug that was already clean.“Gina,” I said.Gina did not turn around. “What?”The word was careless, almost bored, and that was what finally pushed me forward. “I know,” I said.The water kept running.“You always say that,” Gina replied. “You know what, exactly?”I swallowed. My throat burned, my heart thudding so hard I wondered if Gina could hear it. This was the moment I had rehearsed in fragments at three in the morning, lying rigid in bed, staring at the ceiling. “I know you lied to me,” I said. “About why you left. About him.”That did it. Gina turned off the tap with a sharp twist and faced her. For a moment, something flickered across her expression like fear or guilt, but it vanished almost instantly, replaced by a familiar mask of irritation.“You’re imagining things,” Gina said. “You always do

Clara I was so emotional and all but I told myself that I won’t cry out for anyone to see, really it was not worth the time and energy for it. I learned early that tears invite questions, and questions demand answers I do not have the energy to give. So it swallows everything that people can see. My face becomes composed like an arrangement of expressions practiced in mirrors and reflective windows. The weight inside me shifts, so I adjust my posture instead. When something breaks, I lower my eyes and breathe through it. No one notices. That is the point.I do not scream, either. Screaming would mean admitting there is something to scream about. It would give Aiden a shape to push against, a moment to defend himself, to explain, to dismiss.So I refused him that clarity. When he speaks, I listen with an even face, nodding where appropriate, storing every word in a quiet, private place she never opens in front of me.. I tend to do away with anything that would make me get pisse

Clara I don't hesitate. The refusal comes quickly, cleanly, as if I have been holding it in reserve, waiting for the moment it could be spoken aloud.I lift my chin, but with certainty, and meet Jason’s gaze without flinching. Whatever power he thought he was offering her, she did not reach for it.“No,” I said, and the word lands with a finality that leaves no room for negotiation.I told him I understand exactly what he’s proposing. I am not confused, not blinded by fear or anger. That, makes it clear, is precisely why I was refusing. I won’t be anyone’s pawn, no matter how elegant the board or how justified the endgame. I had already lived inside someone else’s agenda, already learned what it feels like to realize too late that my choices were never fully my own.One man’s betrayal for another man’s control, this is unbelievable. Jason may call it strategy, but I recognize the familiar narrowing of options, the quiet pressure disguised as opportunity. Control does not stop b