Sofia
After that night, I half expected Theo to keep hovering over me like an overprotective shadow, but the next morning, he was quiet and focused as he drove us both to school. We sat through our classes as if the attack hadn't happened—math, literature, history—just the usual rhythm. Yet beneath the normalcy, I felt his watchfulness, like an invisible shield.
When our last class ended, Theo fell into step beside me. "I want you to stay with me for a while."
I shook my head. "Theo, I can't. I have my own place—"
"It's not safe." His tone left little room for argument. "Until we know who's behind the attack, I'd rather have you where I can keep an eye on you."
"I'm not helpless."
He gave me a look that was both patient and stubborn. "I know. But I'm not asking. I'm telling you."
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