GABRIELLA'S POV
I'm not stupid.
People think I am reserved and unaware because I smile a lot, because I keep quiet in meetings because I let Ezra talk and take the lead, but I see everything. I feel everything. And right now, something isn't adding up.
It starts small. A subtle shift in Ezra's tone when I ask why the new recruits are being run ragged. He brushes me off like I'm nagging. Then there's Asher, who's barely eating, barely sleeping, always somewhere else, emotionally and physically. He's slipping. My son doesn't slip.
And then Vera shows up.
Says she's a medic. Says the Council sent her. She smiles too much, asks too little, and somehow knows just enough to blend in without raising alarms. Except she's setting them off in my head every time she walks into the ro
