AMARA’S POV Three weeks into the private tutoring arrangement, I found Zuri sitting alone in the window seat of her room, staring out at nothing in particular, a stillness in her that felt entirely wrong on a child usually so full of motion and noise. "Sweetheart?" She didn't turn immediately, which worried me more than anything she might have said. "I miss recess," she finally admitted, "And lunch, where everyone talks at once and it's loud and messy and fun. Here it's just quiet all the time. Just me and Mr. Barry and his worksheets." I settled onto the window seat beside her, pulling her gently into my side. "I know this has been hard. I'm sorry, sweetheart. I wish there were an easier way to keep you safe." "Is it working, though?" she asked, looking up at me with a directness that reminded me, briefly, of her brother. "Being safe, I mean. Or is the bad person still out there?" I hesitated, unwilling to lie to her but equally unwilling to burden her further with uncerta
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