The night didn’t settle.It stretched.Too long. Too quiet.Christiana lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind refusing to rest. Every moment replayed—John’s voice, Amara’s eyes, Joy’s smirk, the woman’s warning.Nothing felt contained anymore.Beside her, Veronica shifted slightly.“You’re still awake,” she whispered.Christiana didn’t turn.“So are you,” she replied.A pause.Veronica exhaled softly.“I don’t feel safe,” she admitted.That word—Safe—It sounded almost foreign now.Christiana closed her eyes briefly.“Neither do I,” she said.Silence followed.Heavy.Because saying it out loud made it real.“What if they already have enough?” Veronica asked quietly.Christiana opened her eyes again.“They don’t,” she said.Her voice was calm.Too calm.Veronica frowned slightly.“How do you know?” she asked.Christiana turned her head just enough to look at her.“Because if they did,” she said,“They wouldn’t still be watching.”Silence.That logic—It made sense.But it di
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