The house felt too quiet.
Too controlled.
Too safe.
And somehow, that made it worse.
I stood by the window, staring out at the city,
Daniel’s words are still echoing in my mind.
You won't last.
I exhaled slowly.
“We’ll see about that,” I murmured.
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For the first time since all these began, I didn't reach for my phone.
I didn't wait for Adrian.
I didn't panic.
Instead,
I thought.
If people were watching me, then I needed to understand why.
And more importantly,
How to stop being their target.
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I walked back into the living room, my steps steady.
“This isn't just about Adrian anymore,” I said quietly.
“It's about me.”
That realization felt new.
Uncomfortable.
But necessary.
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