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Chapter fifty one

The drive was quiet.Not uncomfortable quiet — or at least not the kind either of them acknowledged. Silas had both hands on the wheel for the first part and then dropped one to his lap and kept the other there, and the only movement was the occasional tap of his index finger against the steering wheel. Not impatient. Just the way some people hold rhythm without realizing they're doing it.Hazel looked out the window.She had her bag on her knees and her phone face up on top of it. She checked it twice. Neither time was there anything she needed to respond to. She was checking it the way people check phones when they need something to do with their hands and their eyes.The school situation was already in motion. She could feel it without looking. One or two videos, probably more. Someone would post tonight and by morning it would have circulated through most of the year group. She had thought about her chances of getting ahead of whatever narrative landed first and concluded there wa

Chapter fifty two

HazelSilas didn't come back that night.She had stayed on the bed for an hour, then moved to the couch, then went back upstairs, and by ten she had done enough of that and had a shower and gone to sleep. She did not check whether he was home. She did not listen for the front door. She went to sleep and woke up at seven and lay there for a few minutes and then got up.The morning was ordinary. She made tea. She checked her phone — three notifications from a group chat she was barely active in and a meme Maya had sent at midnight. She put bread in the toaster and stood at the counter and scrolled without reading anything and generally existed without incident. She did not open the group chat to see whether anyone had posted the car park video yet. That could wait.At twenty past eight the knock came.She set her mug down.A second knock before she had crossed the hallway. She went to the door and looked through the peephole.Her stomach dropped.Her aunt was standing on the step.She

Chapter fifty three

HazelSilas pulled up outside the main entrance at five to nine and kept the engine running."If anything feels off," he said, "call me."She had one foot out the door. "I know.""Anything at all.""I know, Silas." She stepped out and turned back before she closed the door. "Wait — are you picking me up?"He looked at her."Don't just drop me off and disappear. Come back at the end of the day." She held the door. "Please."Something shifted slightly in his expression. Not surprise exactly. Just a small adjustment. "I'll be here.""Thank you." She closed the door and went up the steps before she could think about the fact that she had just said please to Silas and then thank you and had also essentially asked him not to leave without checking in first, which was approximately the opposite of every boundary she had been maintaining for two weeks.She did not look back.The morning had started badly enough with the aunt and the locked door and Silas arriving and then leaving again witho

Chapter fifty four

HazelShe did not move.She stood in the cubicle with her bag pressed against her side and her hand flat on the door and she listened to every word.Tiffany's voice carried the way it always did — not loud, just precise, the kind of voice that expected to be heard and did not bother adjusting its volume for the room it was in. She was in the middle of something when they came in, and she picked it back up without pausing.Claire was with her. Hazel knew that voice too now. She had spent three weeks hearing it in corridors and classrooms, laughing at the right moments, asking the right questions, sitting at the right lunch table."Didn't I tell you to get closer to her?" Tiffany's tone had an edge to it. Not a raised voice — just the specific flatness that meant someone was not happy with what they were hearing. "Get closer and find out something useful.""I tried." Claire. Quieter. "She was cautious. From the beginning she was careful around me. I couldn't get much.""You were suppos

Chapter fifty five

HazelShe had planned it on the way out of the building.The words, the order of them, the general shape of what she was going to say. She had been turning it over since the bathroom, through the rest of class, through gathering her things, through the walk to the front entrance where his car was already at the kerb. By the time she got in and shut the door she had it reasonably mapped out. A straightforward thing to say to a person who had done something that warranted being acknowledged. Nothing complicated about it. Just words in the right order.Then she sat down and Silas pulled out into the road and the words went nowhere.She looked at her hands. Then the road ahead. Then the window on her side where the afternoon was moving past — a row of shops, a bus pulling away from a stop, two kids arguing over something on the pavement. She watched all of it without taking any of it in and the silence between them stretched and she said nothing.The problem was the awareness. She was not

Chapter fifty six

Hazel povThe moment the front door clicked shut behind us, the air in the entryway shifted, turning thick and heavy with a tension I couldn't name but felt vibrating in my very bones. I didn't even have time to take a step toward the stairs before Silas moved. He was a blur of sudden, predatory motion, his large hands slamming around my waist with a grip that brooked no argument, hauling me flush against the hard planes of his body. The impact knocked the wind out of me, leaving me breathless and staring up into eyes that looked like they wanted to devour me whole. He didn't let go; instead, he tightened his hold, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hips, anchoring me to him as he forced me to face him fully."Is that the only thing you remember?" he asked, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that seemed to echo inside my chest.I froze. Every muscle in my body locked up, and my heart began to hammer against my ribs with such violence that I was genuinely afraid it might burs

Chapter fifty seven

Octavia pov The man on the other end of the call had the nerve to sound apologetic.Octavia did not want an apology. She had not paid for an apology. She had paid a significant amount of money to a person who had presented himself as someone who could find anyone, anywhere, under any circumstances, and what she had received in return over the past three weeks was a series of updates that amounted to nothing followed by a phone call in which the word *unfortunately* appeared twice.Silas had walked out of his own life and nobody — not his office, not his associates, not the carefully cultivated network of people she had spent two years building access to — could tell her where he had gone.The man said something about tracking methods and limited information and the word *difficult* in a sentence where it had no business being. He had tried, he said. He had genuinely tried.She was on the phone with the tracker now and he was making sounds that were supposed to pass for explanation.

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