"Realization is not the acquisition of anything new, nor is it a new faculty. It is only the removal of all camouflage."
—Ramana Maharshi
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My eyes flew open with a suddenness that usually accompanied either a nightmare's aftermath or the creepy feeling of being watched
I didn't recall screaming and sweating, the way I had every night since Jake's hanging body haunted me in my sleep, so it wasn't a nightmare this time. It didn't feel like I'd even dreamt at all.
Lifting my head slightly off the pillow, I realized it was the other reason.
Renzo was watching me. Across the vast expanse of the bunker, right on a grey armchair, his eyes were laser-locked on me, his stare so intense I could feel it tattooing a hole in my soul.
As soon as he noticed me stirring out fro
