Damien’s PovThe house went quiet in a way that felt less like peace and more like held breath, security stationed at every entrance, Marcus running perimeter checks every twenty minutes, and Lucy upstairs with Naomi under closer watch than she’d ever known in her life, blissfully unaware that the woman who used to braid her hair was now the reason for it.Selene stood at the study window, watching the gate, the same posture she’d held for the better part of an hour.“You should sit,” I said. “Eat something. Marcus will call the second anything moves.”“I can’t.” She didn’t turn around. “Every time I close my eyes I see her face in the porch light, four nights ago. She’s not there. I keep trying to find the moment I should have known. Some tell I missed.”“There wasn’t one,” I said, crossing to stand beside her. “That’s what made it work. I’ve been doing the same thing you have, running back through every dinner, every pickup, hunting for a version of that night where I saw through he
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