CHAPTER 33: WATCHING THE WATCHERS
We didn’t speak again until we were far enough from the school, but the silence between Paul and me was loud, filled with everything we both understood without saying. The moment we turned the corner and the noise of the school faded behind us, I exhaled slowly, realizing I had been holding my breath. “So what now?” I asked again, this time more firmly, my voice steady but edged with something sharper, determination. Paul didn’t answer immediately. His eyes scanned the street ahead, then behind us, calculating, observing. When he finally spoke, his voice was calm, but there was steel underneath it.
“Now we stop reacting,” he said. “And we start controlling the situation.” I frowned slightly, trying to follow his thinking. “Controlling it how?” He glance
