There was a difference between curiosity and stupidity and I only remembered that difference after I was already too far from the resort, holding my phone up like it had any signal deep in the woods, dressed like an unpaid intern in a psychological experiment and wondering why the hell Ezra walked like he owned every tree. I had followed him. Stupidly. Quietly. Badly. Because it wasn’t like I’d done this before. I didn’t have spy boots or silent breathing or a useful plan in case he turned around and saw me. All I had was the gnawing feeling that something didn’t sit right. The way he looked at me at dinner. The slip of the tongue... watching this play out. What was that? What kind of regular tech guy said that like he was watching a nature documentary? Jynelle had introduced him like he w
