David is the first to turn. Not away, but enough that the angle of his body changes. His attention settles fully on me now without the need to divide it. There’s nothing uncertain in his expression, nothing reactive about the way he studies me. He’s controlled, deliberate, and far more aware than he allowed her to see.
“Don’t say his name to her again unless you’re ready to tell her everything,” he says. His voice is low, even, but there’s an edge beneath it that doesn’t need volume to carry its weight.
I don’t step back, and I don’t soften my stance. There’s no reason to. Not right now. “Then maybe you should start deciding what ‘everything’ looks like,” I reply.
His jaw tightens. Because we both know that moment isn’t as far off as we thought it was.
“They came here for you.” The acc
