The apartment was quiet, almost eerily so.Tiana sat at the edge of the bed, fingers tangled together, staring at nothing. The anticipation gnawed at her. Tonight wasn’t just any night—it was the night the next move against Caldwell had to be made. The night she might finally start seeing the pieces fall into place.But the ache in her chest wasn’t from exhaustion alone. Her body reminded her, sharply and cruelly, that time was slipping faster than she could act.The door opened softly behind her, and Vince stepped in. He moved silently, like he belonged in every shadow, in every corner.“You’re tense,” he said, closing the distance.“I’m not tense,” she replied quickly, almost too quickly. But her shallow breath betrayed her.“You’re lying,” Vince said simply. His gaze fell to her hands, her posture, the way she refused to meet his eyes. “How bad is it?”Tiana flinched slightly at the question. Not because she hadn’t considered it before, but because it reminded her that she couldn’t
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